Letters Blog: May 4th, 2011. Wednesday

Another letter to Yo

Dear Yo,

You've become a sort of confidante 

in my mind.
You don't really talk back, and I 

probably wouldn't talk to you in 

real life like
I do in my mind, but who knows? 

Maybe this is just practice.
I've been very open to you in 

our person-to-person correspondence,
I'm generally very closemouthed 

and afraid of what people will think of
what I say.
Perhaps the conversations 

(more like monologues) I have

with you in
my mind will allow me to feel 

comfortable to really talk with 

you, and
perhaps with other people as well.

I wonder what you would think if 

I were ever to tell you all of this, or
if you were to come across this 

letter. Would you even recognize
this as being written to you?

You know, there are all these 

rather abnormal questions I want to
ask people, though I doubt I 

will ask most of them.
I want to ask you what you 

honestly think of me, what 

you think of
what I have to say, and what 

you thought of me when we were
first introduced.
I wonder if there are any questions 

you want to ask me. I would
answer them truthfully, I think I 

generally do.
In a strange way, I trust and 

relate to you as a sort of kindred
spirit from what I know of you, 

and what you have told me.
I won't say that I haven't found 

many kindred spirits in my life,
I've found quite a few, and most 

of them became my best friends,
If only for a time.
the thing about kindred spirits 

is they don't stay that way for long.
Would you remain a sensed 

kindred if I were to get to know 

you more,
or am I just projecting? It 

doesn't seem that way to me, 

but I don't know.

Would you be scared of me, 

or who I am, if you were to 

get to know me
better? I see myself as a very 

strange and abnormal person 

inside and
out. I don't really know if anyone 

else thinks that. But judging from
Sixbillionsecrets, most people 

think they're completely alone in their
fears and insecurities. Everyone 

thinks they're the weirdest person
around.

I had a whole other paragraph 

here, but it digresses from the rest of
the letter, it has no point, so 

I'll just forget about it.

Thank you for all of you've

unconsciously and indirectly taught me.
Thank you for reading this letter, 

and thank you for being you.
love,
Amoniel