|Not only am I expressing true stories of the past and present. But I am also looking to strengthen my language skills while learning to speak Polish.|
Love of My Life,
Whoever you are, wherever you are. Know that I am waiting and working so hard to be the woman that you need in your life. I wonder each day who you will some day be. A man? A woman? Blonde? Brunette? Redhead? How will I meet you and better yet... When?! I hope you know that I have so much love to give you one day, when the time is right. I will never forsake you and I will always be by your side. I am a faithful woman and love you so much now and I don’t even know you yet. Or do I?
Your Someday Lover,
My Baby Brother,
I suppose you’re not a baby anymore... However, I will always love you that way. You’re the little baby brother that the doctors said would not survive due to the hole in your lungs. The boy whose therapists and doctors claimed would never be able to speak. You cried and screamed for hours on end - yet you knew no words to let us know what was bothering you.
But look at you now? You’re 18 years old and one of the most intelligent men on this earth. You can speak with a vocabulary more intricate than my own. That hole in your chest has healed and no longer exists. You have come so far in your life.
Tonight you sleep in a bunk, along with several other young men like yourse...
It pains me to say it — but I’m losing you. I know there is a God out there, and I know that He hears me pray. But Religion, I simply can’t follow your selfish rules made up by man. Is this just a phase? Maybe this is just a part of God’s master plan to teach me something valuable. However, it hurts and I truly feel so lost and alone.
To whom I know it will never concern:
I haven’t used this account in 3 years. Forgetting everything I once wrote, I rejoined in hopes to find a pen pal to help me strengthen the Polish language I am trying so hard to learn. However, I looked through my old writing to find love letters... Not nearly as good as the hundreds I wrote on paper to him... To remind him that he was loved. What breaks my heart is that now, looking back in time, not a single letter was appreciated except the first or second. In those five and a half years, I did so much that wasn’t appreciated... Yet I never saw the signs.
I remember when you returned home from Mexico. The way to looked at me at the airport was not ...
Nazywam się Mandy. Mieszkam w stanach zjednoczonych. Staram się uczyć polskiego. Czy chciałbyś być moim przyjacielem? Jeśli chcesz, powiedz mi kilka rzeczy o sobie. Proszę wybaczyć mój błąd!
I suppose today was far better than expected. Grocery shopped successfully while spending far less than what was planned. Paid rent for the apartment and got a few extra hours of much needed sleep. Less anxiety than I usually have on a Sunday night - knowing that Monday is only a few hours away. The worries of losing this current job due to my disability seem to have floated far away. If they want to fire me, FUCK IT. Simply means there's something better waiting for me out there. Alrighty, I'm done venting.
What you speak of is true. Our Lord loves us far much more than we know. There are some days in which I make the mistake to dwell in sorrows. However, like the lost sheep in which I am, My Shepherd guides me home.
Thank you for your beautiful letter, and feel my love for you. For you are my sibling on this earth. Children of God.
ODD PERKS OF THE
I'm that kind of girl who constantly waits until the very last minute to complete an important task. Whether it be packing for a vacation, or re-stocking the truffles at work. Shoot... I will even take my medicine quite late!!! I am just that kind of girl.
It seems like something God-awful, but it's almost like a special power to me. I tend to work harder and put my best effort into completing a last-minute task. Possibly because the task at hand has been saved solely for the last-minute time slot, it allows focus entirely on what there is that needs to be done.
I even remember back in high school. I was alw...
I saw a child crying and screaming in the grocery store the other afternoon. Yelling, cursing and embarrassing his mother simply because she only bought him ONE gourmet Piña Colada flavored truffle, that costs $1.99. This child was ungrateful, and lacked the thanks to give to his mother for a gift that she could have chosen not to give at all.
Reminded me of a Christmas with the love of my life. I got upset over the fact that I spent $150 on a fancy basket of gifts, when all I got was a necklace that cost him maybe $10 or so. It wasn't only greed, but it was misinterpretation of what love truly is. I didn't realize my greedy attitude until I looked into Rafael's eyes. His eyes tol...
I was first molested as a young child. 7 years old. My uncle died and we adopted his daughter, my cousin, age 14. She abused me in many ways I am not entirely ready to share. Many were violent and painful. Others I didn't understand until I was older. Upon telling my parents, we learned that she was molested and raped by my uncle's friends and she had never told a soul. I learned to forgive her and I love her to this day. I don't know if it was because she is a girl, just like me. But part of me feels it was because she was young. I do still cry about it from time to time. My innocence did not last as long as I hoped. But if I dwell forever, I will never get past it.
There were ...
This is Vijay.
And I'm glad we are pen pals in this beautiful application. Lettrs.
How are you?
Hope you are doing well.
I'm 18 now. How old are you?
I take interest in reading those writings that can provoke us and can inspire us to do something. I also like writings regarding nature, feelings and emotions and love too. This is about me and my interests.
When free, write to me about yourself and your interests.
Hello! I am glad to meet you as my new penpal.
I am 22 years old. I live in Texas, USA. We do share quite a bit of the same interests in literature and writing! Such a wonderful thing to know.
Do you work? If so, what is your job? I work at a grocery store called H-E-B. Very well-known here in Texas and gives wonderful pay, thankfully. It definitely helps after being a brain surgery patient in 2013. Many bills to pay off!!!
I loved writing ever since I was a young girl. In kindergarten I found myself writing poems and songs. My educational skills were above average, at the time. Many children could hardly read. I always felt a bit left out! But I still wrote. My family saved m...
A busy day at work, indeed. I cook for all the mouths to feed! I love the smiles upon their faces, as they try foods they have never tasted. Their mouths water as I speak of ingredients used to create the magic stimulating their tastebuds. Oh, what a joyous life I live.
Thank you for your kind words. After recovering you learn to be most grateful for every blessing that you may normally overlook. When I died, heaven was such a beautiful place. I wish I could show you a photo, yet it was too beautiful and consisted of colors that just don't exist here on this Earth. God's skin was a beautiful dark color that glowed. I wanted to see the rest of His face, but He said it was not my time. I begged and I begged... Truly, I did. Dying was no longer a thing to be afraid of. It is a gift of a new life, in a new place that I can now only dream of. I wonder what God wants me to do. He said it was not yet my time, and to help others suffering like me. I wo...
I am writing you to tell you that you no longer have a hold on my life. The cringing pain of you controlling my mind and body, knocking my head against the soapy tile shower is no longer. I took your beatings, and fought the fight. As I saw the aura and tasted you in my mouth, saying "Hello", I called out to my father. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus". I let you take me without fearing the possibility of no return to life itself. You tried to take my life on the operating table. I laid unconscious and unable to fight. Finally having me all to yourself, you crept upon me. But with The Lord's grace, and the gifted hands of the doctors, your seed was removed from my soil. Altho...
Tonight, I write in tears. Not tears of pain, but tears of pure joy. Joy that fills my soul and surrounds my being. Joy that consists of love, hope, gratitude and positivity. Joy that says she shall not fear tomorrow. Joy that allows our eyes to look at what we are blessed with, right here, and right now. The warmth of my soul is all I need to sleep tonight, and no dream shall I fear. I shall smile and and give thanks to God for I am blessed.
Tonight was a good night. Much-needed catching up with Jan was really nice after a stressful day at work. We talked about the house he is looking to buy, and my rent will only be $300 a month at the highest. Rudy will have a backyard of his own and I'll experience peaceful sleep.
I hope your day went well. I saw the exciting photos you took of Mexico and it looks so beautiful. Definitely lets me know that you are enjoying where you are at and seeing the world. One day I will get out of this country and do the same. But until then, I will just enjoy seeing Washington D.C.!
I stayed up so late and I am supposed to somehow work tomorrow at 10:00 AM. That gives me abo...
I absolutely enjoy your writing and I would love to get to know you. I am 22 years old, female. Pen-pals and Snail-mail seems to no longer exist here in America or in this world entirely from what I have seen. It used to be something important that held our world together in many ways. To know that it somehow exists is keeping my mind at peace.
What is your favorite color?
What is your favorite time of year?
What is one unique thing about yourself?
My favorite color is green. I like to call it my color of peace or my "aura".
My favorite time of the year is autumn. The leaves look beautiful as they fall, and I get excited for the winter and cool breezes.
One unique thing abo...
Adventures in Dietland #1 -
It's 1:00 in the morning. Can't sleep due to the millions of thoughts on my mind. The late-night munchies creep up on me. I could eat the entire kitchen and never feel a bit satisfied. I have lost 30 lbs. in the past 4 months. My diet has been quite healthy and controlled. Overweight, but not significantly.
Some of my eating was due to sleepwalking issues. Being only half-alert at 3:00 AM caused me to go to the kitchen and grab whatever was open and easy to eat. Anything too difficult resulted in me returning to my room. So, I started keeping everything fattening in hard-to-reach places.
My common late-night snacks are as fo...
I am the oldest daughter in a family of 6. Rarely is there a quiet day such as today. The rain fell and it was both beautiful and relaxing. I slept far more hours than required for my body, but just enough to let my soul get some rest from the daily battle of life. It is the most peaceful time alone worth far more than I could ever pay the Lord in return.
Have a blessed weekend!
Every love letter counts. Don't forget this due to today's technologically advanced world. Writing and speaking your love are two very different things.
Life of a Polock
"Ms. Amanda Kr... Krazy... Amanda?"
I swear. Being Polish gives you last names that not a single human being can pronounce.
My last name shortened, by the way, is Krzywonski. *chriz-won-ski* My original last name is truly pronounced *criv-ah-shin-ski* but we made it easy to get into America and find work.
I've heard every awfu pronunciation from "crazy-wonski" to "kurz-nowski". Never has one person said my last name right until a week ago at a restaurant. Girl happened to have a Polish husband, and was great at pronunciation.
In high school, upon write-ups, school officers would ask for your last name. I wasn't a bad kid, but was late to class quite a bi...
Dear Lone Souls,
Don't worry, you didn't talk me out of it. It's a bit hard for me to give a quick "about me" since I am 22 and have had one of the most insane lives I have ever heard of myself.
From being a world known blogger for patients with epilepsy, to having 1/3 of my brain removed and becoming an entirely new person.... There's not many normal things to say?
I had a passion for yoga once. Now it is more of one of my seasonal pleasures. The week is too busy to meditate at this point in my life. With work and getting enough sleep to survive on!!!
I still live at home. Being so in debt from surgery, I have yet to move out. I'm honestly a bit afraid to leave as well.
What is your fav...
My love, I miss you. This is our first time where you are out of the country for months at a time. It's amazing how our love still beats in my heart. I will not lie... Things like doubt and fear creep upon me throughout the day, a time or two. But every morning when I see the sun, you are the first thing I think of.
Your brother came over to visit yesterday and said how much he misses you. He's been texting me all day, everyday since you've been gone. I never thought we would be this close. He's a shy boy, but not with me all of the sudden. It's funny how your distance is what has brought me closer to your family.
I have so much cleaning to do today, but I simply want to la...