Letters

Dear life--
Why must you be so difficult? Why must you provide me with sunshine once in a while and rain much of the time? Why do you leave me sleepless and wondering and making endless lists? Why do you move me from place to place? Why can't you be easy? Why can't you be painless and fun more often? I wait and I wait for a time when I can take a deep breath and relax for longer than six months. I try to remember that destiny is there--that everything happens for a reason--but it is so hard. Why do you make it all so hard? Why do I complain when people around the word are suffering? When others are dieing for freedom and happiness? I have no reason to complain about the tiny things that make my life somewhat difficult.

Dear you and Mr. You
You know who you are. Maybe you don't. I just want you to know I am content for the time being. I am happy now, and I am loved. I do miss you though. I miss the long conversations, the saki, the cemetery. I am glad I still have you to talk to. I know we are better off. Mr. You--I miss you. I know soon we will be together again, but I miss you still. I miss your sarcasm and your jokes and the protection I feel when I'm with you. I feel alone and small without you. Happy anniversary.

Dear Chipmunk--
I don't know why you have taken up residence beneath my fireplace. However, thank you for being quiet today. Part of me hopes you haven't fallen for the peanut butter on that mouse trap I left for you in the storage room. However, when I step outside, could you please not come out and stare at me as if I am trespassing on your territory?