Dear Caroline Matthews,

I’m writing to remind you that I’m still here. I’m still alive, and I’m still waiting. I don’t know who or what I’m supposed to be waiting for, but I know that I should be waiting. Am I waiting for you? Am I waiting for my mom to finally quit smoking? I’m sorry for not knowing, and I’m sorry for pretending to not know. Your goodbye wasn’t too clear, but then again, neither was your greeting. You failed to specify when you and your feelings for me would come back…

I hope they’ll be back soon, though. I really, really do.

You didn’t tell me to call you that night so I didn’t. But I guess you didn’t care, because you didn’t call me either. --Or maybe you did care, but you were scared to call. I don’t know, but I really hope that wasn’t the case.

Yesterday, I laid on the sidewalk where we engraved our names, but I didn’t think about you. I thought about the lake across the grocery store where we last saw each other, and the little robots you drew in chalk that were supposed to represent us, but I didn’t think about you… I swear I didn’t think about you... --Alright, I’ll stop crossing my fingers now.

I never forgot the time when we were in your room, and then you shut off the lights, and a galaxy of plastic stars suddenly surrounded us. You said it was because of us that the stars glowed, and I believed you. We laid on your bed (you said that you didn’t like your bed unless I was on it) and you asked me what I wanted to be in the future. I told you that it didn’t matter as long as I was with you. I hope you believed me, because I was telling the truth. You smiled and told me that you loved me, and that I should never question it...

I’m sorry for questioning it, Caroline. I hope you forgive me.

xo, Pauline

omg pauline.
i have just fallen in love with that.
that is so emotional. it's so good, i can strongly feel your emotions.
i love it.

Thanksss!

And I`m glad I put enough emotion in this letter for you to actually feel it.

xo, Pauline

Ahhh!
That was wonderful, Pauline.
It showed through that you put a lot of feeling into it.
Wonderful job. <3

I love you, my dear.

xo, Pauline

ah, thats so beautiful pauline, im in love with it....

your writing always indignifies me

im sorry

I forgive you. :P

And thanks. <3!

xo, Pauline

Holy crap... I almost feel like crying.


I love how you said that. I mean, I could just picture you saying that. I could hear the emotion flooding through your voice. I can imagine me saying it and my voice just cracking when you said "I swear I didn't think about you".

After every word, the letter grips at my heart more and more. Great job.. You really got your point across.

Thanks... Wow, I`m glad my letters not only make me want to cry.

xo, Pauline

Pauline that was so beautiful :D Your use of words.. is like.. a river.. it flows.. So beautiful :D

Rivers are polluted.



Heh, I understand what you mean.

Thanks, Eve.

xo, Pauline

I'm uh.. referring to the rivers in.. Cancun, foo!
Clear as a red star on the blackest night.
With Sea turtles bigger than the eye can imagine.

Well then..

*pollutes every river in Cancun, causing the population of sea turtles to diminish, which will then somehow lead to the extinction of every turtle in late May of 2009*



xo, Pauline

OMG YOU'RE GOING TO HELL!!!!11
WITH ANNA!!

.... Does Hell have sea turtles?



xo, Pauline

wow that was really well done. it was so emotional and you could feel it though the writing. i really liked it keep it up

Thank you.

Yeah, it came straight from my heart. Eh, that sounds lame.

xo, Pauline

That was really moving to read. I love your use of words; especially this part:

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Yesterday, I laid on the sidewalk where we engraved our names, but I didn’t think about you. I thought about the lake across the grocery store where we last saw each other, and the little robots you drew in chalk that were supposed to represent us, but I didn’t think about you… I swear I didn’t think about you... --Alright, I’ll stop crossing my fingers now.

I never forgot the time when we were in your room, and then you shut off the lights, and a galaxy of plastic stars suddenly surrounded us. You said it was because of us that the stars glowed, and I believed you. We laid on your bed (you said that you didn’t like your bed unless I was on it) and you asked me what I wanted to be in the future. I told you that it didn’t matter as long as I was with you. I hope you believed me, because I was telling the truth. You smiled and told me that you loved me, and that I should never question it...

You write beautifully. I love it. In fact, I almost cried reading it just because you can feel the emotion in it. Great job.

Thanks. I think writing this piece nearly killed me.

xo, Pauline

^aww..it was so emotional and deep..woww..