Post by behindTHEmask on Jan 12, 2005 19:17:01 GMT -8
((I'm taking this class called Human Relations II. It's about business and the work place and people's body language/reactions. We have to write a letter of appreciation. So here it is.))
Dear You,
I saw this field, that grew perfection of all things you do.
I don’t know how to start this. I never know the right words to say or the right moment to say them. Usually I speak too late or I never say them at all. I get too nervous, and shut everything out—off. Yes, even my mouth. I know, it’s hard to believe, but with words, I want to say everything right because usually everything ends up wrong. People take it wrong. I regret it, and I walk away knowing that it was bad.
Except you—you’re everything but wrong.
I guess this, this is everything I’ve ever wanted to say, but haven’t or couldn’t. I liked you for four months before we started going out. Everyone told me to say something, but like I said, I’m not good with words. It was too hard. It’s like when you’re five years old, and you look off the high dive at the local pool for the first time—it’s scary. You want to do it so bad, and even with everyone tell you it’s going to be okay, you walk off it and go regret not doing it.
But that’s in the past. That’s not important—at least not anymore.
What’s important is it’s over. All the worrying I went through, over. It disappeared when you asked me out. Everything just set right with itself. Everything that was killing me inside just went away. I lost all those emotions that left me wanting to cry, and found ones that constantly make me smile. The smile never fades.
I appreciate it—everything. From the locket to words you’ve said that you probably don’t even remember saying, thank you. It’s hard to explain everything. I’ve tried doing it on paper. Really, I have, but some things are just better left unsaid. Some things are better left for you to find out yourself.
Unless you really want me to, then I would because you asked.
You’ve just given me a lot to look forward to, a lot to hope for. I think you deserve a thank you now and again because maybe, maybe you don’t see how much it means to me, to have you there. You make things worthwhile. You make things worth everything.
Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
--New Found Glory (Org. by Bryan Adams)
I’m not expecting a response. Personally, I don’t want one. This was just an explanation. This was just because I needed it.
This was just for you, the prettiest.
Forever and always,
Me.
Dear You,
I saw this field, that grew perfection of all things you do.
I don’t know how to start this. I never know the right words to say or the right moment to say them. Usually I speak too late or I never say them at all. I get too nervous, and shut everything out—off. Yes, even my mouth. I know, it’s hard to believe, but with words, I want to say everything right because usually everything ends up wrong. People take it wrong. I regret it, and I walk away knowing that it was bad.
Except you—you’re everything but wrong.
I guess this, this is everything I’ve ever wanted to say, but haven’t or couldn’t. I liked you for four months before we started going out. Everyone told me to say something, but like I said, I’m not good with words. It was too hard. It’s like when you’re five years old, and you look off the high dive at the local pool for the first time—it’s scary. You want to do it so bad, and even with everyone tell you it’s going to be okay, you walk off it and go regret not doing it.
But that’s in the past. That’s not important—at least not anymore.
What’s important is it’s over. All the worrying I went through, over. It disappeared when you asked me out. Everything just set right with itself. Everything that was killing me inside just went away. I lost all those emotions that left me wanting to cry, and found ones that constantly make me smile. The smile never fades.
I appreciate it—everything. From the locket to words you’ve said that you probably don’t even remember saying, thank you. It’s hard to explain everything. I’ve tried doing it on paper. Really, I have, but some things are just better left unsaid. Some things are better left for you to find out yourself.
Unless you really want me to, then I would because you asked.
You’ve just given me a lot to look forward to, a lot to hope for. I think you deserve a thank you now and again because maybe, maybe you don’t see how much it means to me, to have you there. You make things worthwhile. You make things worth everything.
Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
--New Found Glory (Org. by Bryan Adams)
I’m not expecting a response. Personally, I don’t want one. This was just an explanation. This was just because I needed it.
This was just for you, the prettiest.
Forever and always,
Me.