Dear O.
I am writing this letter because when you would not talk to me on the phone I realized how drastically things have changed between us. I’d like to say that it was your decision alone to keep this distance, but I think we both know it was for the best.
You may not know this but, I am thankful for you and this is why.
After the time I have had to reflect on things, I no longer ask myself why, because I know why. Sure, there were moments where I was so angry at you for hurting me the way you did even if you didn't mean to. However, I have to be smarter than that. I know that if I hold a grudge, I will lose my voice and power.
In truth, I was afraid of what life would look like now without you. But now, sitting here, it seems much more survivable. I read a Yiddish proverb once that said, "Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is." And I was truly afraid of life without you.
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If you were the robber, I handed you the money. I was blind. Wanting you forever, came with a price and that price was denial. However the denial was no longer there the night you told me I had changed.. And, I knew exactly what changed.
That night, at the center, I listened to you plead your case, trying so hard. However, it took one sentence from your lips to finally make me see. In a split second, you changed
I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.
I stood petrified. What had happened to me? My father had just been struck, in front of me, and I had not even blinked. I had watched and kept silent. Only yesterday, I would have dug my nails into this criminal's flesh. Had I changed that much? So fast? Remorse began to gnaw at me. All I could think was: I shall never forgive them for this.
I didn’t have the opportunity to thank you and tell you what was in my heart when you departed. That is the reason for this letter.
It was a normal chilly sunday on September 13th, 2015. My dad was in the garage with some of his friends watching the football game. It was the Dallas Cowboys vs. the New York Giants. My dad and his friends were making hot dogs and burgers on the grill but I don’t like those so I asked my dad if I could go to the store and get the ingredients to make taco dip. He handed me $20 and I headed off to the store with one of my dad’s friend’s son. The store was at the end of my street so it wasn’t a far walk.
I had watched and kept silent. Only yesterday, I would have dug my nails into this criminal’s flesh. Had I changed that much? So fast? Remorse began to gnaw at me.
I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.
Roy was invited to a party because he was symphony pianist. Roy attended a ceremony and was returning from the bathroom. He stopped by the giant cannon and began to light a cigar. Suddenly he heard a pop. So loud, so strong. He heard everything as he collapsed, and instantly after the world went quiet. Time felt lost and Roy felt abandoned.
It was a cold day in November as I scampered out of my Biology class, unsatisfied with the grade that I had received on my exam. I rushed to the basement of my campus’s athletic facility brimming over with frustration and quickly tossed aside my school supplies in exchange for a pair of soccer cleats and goalkeeper gloves. I threw over my grass-stained gray cotton sweatshirt, stepped outside to the bite of an approaching winter and joined my comrades in our warm-up lines. The boys were all laughing and talking about what happened over the weekend as we prepared for another practice. Being surrounded by my teammates made me forget about my worries and allowed me to disappear into the routine of physical activity. My collegiate varsity soccer
It was just the beginning of February. The winter cold, brutal, and yet normal for the people living in Michigan. My best friend Brian, his uncle Craig, and I were driving back together from Craig’s up north cottage. Brian and I were riding passenger with Craig in his Chevy Silverado pick-up. We were coming back from the annual Perchville Polar Bear Plunge that took place in Tawas, Michigan. A lot was on my mind since it was the second semester of my senior year, and graduation was right around the corner. I had no idea what I wanted to do, or where my future would take me.
I mended my body into the fabric of the hammock, curling my face into its warmth and accepting its embrace. Alex began swinging the one next to me before settling in. My legs rose up in the air, swaying around while I examined the old scars on them.
I lost my balance walking, as your fingers slipped like sand That sinks beneath my feet consuming me. Did you think I wouldn’t notice the blood on your fingers, From the knife you put in my back? I sat there and watched you linger. I followed you into unfamiliar grounds, so that you would know familiar.
On June 10th 2016 I woke up and went out to start my day. Since it was summer I usually spend my days swimming or at home playing in the yard. That day I decided it was a perfect day with excellent weather to spend my day at the Plymouth pool. It was a great day to lay out in the sun and get a sun kissed glow, but most of all to hangout with my friends. I would usually spend my whole day from noon to 6:00pm at the pool, but this time by surprise my mom picked me up early and told me my brother and his girlfriend Renee wanted to take me out to Chicago with them. I was told I was going to go to a carnival or out to eat in Chicago, but my mom knew all along where I was going. She told me to find a shirt with dark blue on it but I never knew
Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.
It was the week before senior year was about to end. Henry was stressing because he still hadn't gotten his acceptance letter from UPENN, his dream school.
It’s too early to do anything to your full capacity, I think as I board my morning train for my commute to the city. As I sit down on one of the dingy, dark blue, mildly nauseating seats, I glance around at my companions for the hour. One middle-aged businessman who is entirely too full of himself, one tired mother with a sleeping baby, and her.