Safe Travels

Dear Big Brother,

You flew across the globe to visit and now you’re going back. Big bro – you have such a rich soul, a kind heart, and an outstanding sense of humor; I never thought saying goodbye to you would be this hard. You’ve been staying with me for a week and today was the day we had to part ways.

I did everything in my power not to cry, but I couldn’t help it. You left an impression here and I really do hope you come back one day. Why did you have to come, be your stupid awesome self, make us like you even more than we already do, and just up and leave? Why was saying goodbye, until next time, so hard? I know I am going to see you again but yet… here I am, wishing that you were still here, hanging out, cracking jokes, and complaining about my not so terrible driving.

I will never forget the times we spent together: shenanigans while playing board games, walks near the river, falling into food comas and ice cream melting everywhere. I want to say thank you though; thank you for everything you’ve done. Thank you for all the advice, the encouragement and for being my partner in crime.

Sincerely,
Little Sis

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Hot Guy

Dear Friend,

I’ve dated a lot of people but you were by far one of the hottest – and frankly my longest relationship. A friend and I were having coffee when we started talking about relationships. I mentioned having met you through mutual friends when she asked me what you looked like and frankly it wasn’t very difficult for me to describe; you were blessed with the genes of a Greek God.

She smiled at me with a quizzical look in her eye. “Tell me more” she said.  I described you easily: deep brown eyes that you could get lost in, olive skin, a chiseled jaw and abs of fucking steel. You wore yourself well and had a smile that could absolutely kill if you got too close. You shared my love for coffee, hard liquor, working out, and smart-ass remarks.

Yet, with all that beauty, there was nothing more. You were the quiet-type but not in that mysterious stoic kinda way. It was more like, ‘I have nothing to say at all past simple few word responses’. Honestly, I grew bored of you quite easily. There was no real substance beyond physical attraction and our relationship lacked the intellectual and meaningful conversations that I wanted. Maybe in a different world we could have dated longer.

After a while, our schedules conflicted; we didn’t have time to make it work. But, I’m glad we ended on good terms. I’m glad that we went our separate ways mutually. And for what it’s worth, I hope you’re happy in your life, with whatever you are doing and whoever you are with.

Sincerely,
The Girl Next Door

Adventure is Out There

Dear Adventure,

The other day my cousins decided to take me for a motorcycle ride that was so beautifully breathtaking that I was left at a loss for words. We drove out for over an hour and a half before reaching our destination.

We stopped at a small landing near Sannine, Lebanon. I found myself surrounded by mountains. I was in awe at the beauty around me.

We picked what could be classified as the nicest day of the not so cold winter season. It was over twenty degrees celsius, the air was cool and crisp. The sun was shining bright, beating down on our faces just enough to keep us warm but not enough to overheat us.

There was a small house off to the side. I felt slightly jealous, all I could do was imagine myself living there and waking up to that view each morning.

Green canopy.
Rolling white snowy mountains.
Landscape coming to life.
A view that could speak.

Sincerely,
Wandering

Concerned

Dear friend,

I’ve always wished you the best of luck in anything you do. You’ve been there for me over and over and this time, like always. I’m here for you.

I have a feeling that something is wrong. You hid something from me that should have been said sooner. And I really hope that things are different.

I hope that you don’t turn back and repeat the past. It can never be the same either way. What happened then wasn’t good for you. Nor is it now.

Sincerely,
Concerned

Song and Representation

I believe that music is an important part of the human experience. I have very specific memories associated with certain songs. They each represent something different in my life; these songs either have deep and significant meanings or have been important to me at one point or another.

  1. Agnes Obel – Riverside.
  2. Ed Sheeran – I See Fire.
  3. Joseph Attieh – Helwa.
  4. Sweedish House Mafia – Don’t You Worry Child.
  5. Tove Lo – Imaginary Friend.
  6. Sara Bareilles – King of Anything.
  7. Kelly Clarkson – People Like Us.
  8. B.o.B ft. Hayley Williams- Airplanes.
  9. Gym Class Heroes ft. Adam Levine – Stereo Hearts.
  10. Glenn Morrison – Goodbye.

A Woman’s Place

Dear Trapped in the 50’s,

I don’t remember your name, just that you were a misogynist straight out of one of those old 1950’s adds for “Better Home and Garden”. We were on our first date and got to talking, getting to know each other as new couples do. We covered all sorts of topics ranging from the future, work and school, to small talk. Just as I was starting to like you, you came swinging out of left field. “Women shouldn’t work.

Their place is in the home, cooking and taking care of the children.” I stared blankly at you, speechless and unsure of how to respond to such a thing. I took a moment to process this new information. So much of me wanted to yell at you, to explain to you how the world stopped following that archaic way of thinking decades ago. I wanted to call you sexist, misogynistic, insensitive. Instead I somehow managed to muster the strength not to. Instead, I calmly called you out on your bullshit and walked out on you.

By the way, the 1950’s called. Even they don’t want you back.

Sincerely,
That woman from the 21st century

Single Until Further Notice

Dear Person,

I’m surrounded by couples.

I’ve struggled a lot when it comes to dating over the years. In the past I hadn’t really considered myself to be picky… But now, I feel like people are just… so frustrating. Why is it so fucking hard to find someone I am attracted to or rather grow attracted to, and can have an intellectual conversation with? Is that too much to ask?

I’ve met a variety of people. Some were more challenging than others. I’ve met absolute assholes, ‘nice guys’ who think I owe them something, and guys I just don’t click with.

Am I missing something? Is it the city I live in? The people I surround myself with? Am I in the wrong or am I the one who just isn’t fitting in? Am I un-datable? Am I over-thinking this (probably)?

I just don’t really know. It wasn’t until I came across this one article on my timeline a while back that reminded me that sometimes dating in the modern world really makes me want to punch myself in the face. So please:

Stop asking my why I’m single.
Stop asking me when I’m going to get married.
Stop asking me if there’s someone special in my life.
Just stop asking.

Sincerely,
Single Until Further Notice