Heart Like A Sponge

Dear Stranger,

I feel so strange writing and sending this to someone unfamiliar. But I suppose if you're reading this, that means you sent a letter in, too. I guess we're in the same boat.

For the past six months I've treated my heart like a sponge. I look for love in all the wrong places. I've neglected to tell my family/friends how I feel on the inside. I barely sleep. I barely eat. I've lost all creative drive. Simply because the one thing I ever wanted was for someone to need me. The very idea of waking up to the sounds of someone breathing on the pillow next to my mine makes my heart ache so much. It's borderline unbearable.

I know it's not healthy to feel this way. Making yourself feel alive is an inside job. Never losing hope is such a tedious task, though.

Saying all of this makes me feel cloddish. There are so many people out there with worse problems than my broken heart. I wish I were stronger.

And I can't help but wonder what's happening in your life. Has your heart been broken? Do you fall asleep at night to the sound of someone's breathing on the pillow next to yours? I hope you do.

More than anything, I think we all deserve that person who shares coffee with us in the morning, We deserve weekend trips and holidays with extended families. Long drive and sleeping through cold afternoons should be a reoccuring past time.

I'm such a ridiculous dreamer. I must seem completely crazy to you. To be completely honest, I feel crazy. I'm 23 years old, and all I want is commitment.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. Nothing is more important than knowing there are good people out there who will listen and understand. (Or at least try to.) You'll never know the affect you'll have on someone's life by simply being there.

You're a good person.
Even if you don't feel that way sometimes.

Yours Truly,
Stranger