dearest menfolk nine

Dear Falcon,

You are a fantastic friend.

Thank you for your support.

Also, awwww.

Love,

Kira

Dear Two,

So, keeping with the school theme that I unwittingly gave your previous letters...

This is more like high school... The good parts of high school. :)

Like,

Three

Dear Tan,

That awkward moment when I was going to hug you but then I just stood there.

Yup, that was weird. But hey, good to see ya!

Sincerely,

Llama

Dear Drama,

I guess maybe it's better this way.

I'll leave you alone forever now.

Have a nice life,

Robot

Dear all of my missionary friends,

You guys are incredible examples. I'm so glad for you, because I know you're learning and growing and it's awesome and I miss you but you're doing amazing things and becoming even more amazing than you already were. Wow. That's awesome.

Love,

Kira


Dear Justin Vernon,
I would like to marry your voice. Sound good?
Also, your guitar skills.
With your music in the background, it will be a good winter.
Fangirlingly,
I have a sister named Emma...

dear boys the third

Dear Teddy Bear,
Twice.
Two people in the way.
Next time.
F'real,
Sitting


Dear BLT,
Neeeevermind.
Sincerely,
Go for that ish


Dear Super,
It's cute how you lose composure around me.
No, really. :)
Seriously,
4A

Dear Perfect,
You'll be an incredible missionary.
I'll write you way more than quarterly.
Marry me in 2?
Kidding,
Unless you were going to say yes


Dear Wye Oak,
I need a new album.
kthxbai,
Impatient

Dear Mother,
Comic Sans?
Of all things sacred and holy.
There are so many good fonts.
Love you anyway,
Kira

Dear Jonathan,

Look, you're in this one.

You asked for it,

Kira

dear colts dos (amended)

Yeah, Dear Colts. Because that's how my "Ponify"-'d internet makes every other "Dear Boys" post look, and hey, why not? 

Sometimes I really think I should be more concerned about the things that I do that are generally socially unacceptable. But then I decide to embrace them because they're hilarious. 

Seriously, it changes America to Amareica. And guys/men to stallions. And women to mares and girls to fillies, etc., so there are phrases like "I love you stallions" all over my interwebs, which are especially hilarious when I forget I even have Ponify :)

Anyway, to the point!

Dear Curly,

Well. That was unexpected...

Love,

Ooo

Dear Teddy Bear,

Ahhhhh I know my roommate is hot but can't I just flirt with you for five seconds first?

Sincerely,

Standing

Dear BLT,

I don't understand you.

But I kinda wanna hold your hand.

Conflicted,

CC

Dear Money,

I miss you. A lot.

Like... More than I thought I would.

Love,

Kira

Dear Guitar,

I have dreams about you all the time.

It's weird, but the weirdest thing about it is how not-weird it feels.

Love,

6 years

Dear Fresh,

Mmmmhey.

How you doin'?

;)

I mean...

Later,

Me

Dear Frodo,

You're super great.

You chew gum weirder than anyone I've ever known.

Thanks for being my friend, because you're amazing at it.

You have great taste in music, but you know that.

I really just wanted to know if you read these. ;)

Love,

FIM

Now go check out Elise's blog!

UPDATE:

This one just happened. So.

Dear CPA,

That smile.

I could do with a date right about now. ;)

Sincerely,

Distracted

dear boys

So Elise is cool and does a fun linkup every week called Dear Boys, and it's awesome, and I'mma join in this week. 'Cos it's fun, and I have stuff to say.

Dear Cowboy,

Really? I just met you and I don't even get to try to know you better? BYU-I isn't even that great.... And it's far away. Stay, yeah?

Love,

Kira

Dear Flake,

Stop making me feel things for you. And also, just leave already. Or give me some positive feedback. That'd work too.

Love,

Kira

Dear Homie,

You're awesome, but I just don't feel that way. I enjoy being around you, but you should accept that I've moved and we can hang out when I visit.

Love,

Kira

Dear Teddy Bear,

I wasn't sure what I would think of you, but I am starting to think I might just like you. More than I thought I might. Also, we have an inside joke, and that's a good starting point. Right?

Love,

Kira

Dear Interjection and Roomies,

You're all way a lot attractive. Is it bad that I don't care that you're freshmen?

Love,
Kira

Dear BLT,

I kind of want to go for it... But I can't decide if that's because I actually like you or because I want to. It's a dilemma.

Love,
Kira

And last, but not least: 

Dear Logan,

I missed you so much. It's so good to be back. :)

Love, Kira

where am i?

I am in the dumbest mood today.

I care a significant amount less about everything than I should. 

Like my piano proficiency in the morning? 

Eh. I'll practice for it. I just don't care.

I especially don't care about all the people around me in relationships.

...But, for some dumb reason unbeknownst to me, the thing I do care about today is that I am not one of those people.

Honestly? Doesn't usually bother me. I'm not in any hurry to get married (at all), I am perfectly content being single, and I dislike that relationships bring drama. These are all true things.

For some reason... I just want one. I don't need one, but I want one.

It would just be nice, I guess.

On Saturday I went to Temple Square with some of my friends. One of them commented on how she wanted someone to be in love with because everyone at Temple Square is in love. We decided we could just all be in love.

I started to think about what she had said. I've been to Temple Square almost every year of my life, but I'd never noticed the couples before. I decided that I would pay closer attention this time.

...It's true. The couples are everywhere. They all look so happy.

My friend, the one who wanted to be in love, asked if I'd heard this song by the Weepies. I hadn't, but I looked it up, and I love it.

I don't think I necessarily think it completely describes my situation, because I don't even have anyone I'm super interested in, and I really don't mind being alone...

I tried to find a song that explains how I feel, but there really isn't one. I am so happy with life right now. I love being single, but I'd like to share my happiness with someone, I guess.

Pff. Anyway.

In the end this is all that matters to me:

Gotta love Priscilla. She speaks my thoughts.