dear {my favorite pair of anthro pants},
It saddens me to write to you this way, but you have disappointed me so. I'm sure it must have seemed as if I abandoned you for quite some time, but I thought it better to temporarily keep my distance, as the load I carried for nine months was much too large to impose on your fine and delicate threads. The gravity of my 'with child' situation left me no choice but to leave you unbothered till I was able to return to my skinny self. The last thing I wanted was my heavy baby bearings to threaten your durability and honestly, I thought you would understand. However, I now realize how wrong I was.
As I wrote yesterday about favorites, I think now is an appropriate time to let you know how sad you've made me; especially when compared to all the rest, you were the one pair of pants I always turned to. You were my comfort when I wore a simple tee, you were my vintage with a glamorous top, and you were my go-to classic when I wanted to feel special. It seems like there has been a great misunderstanding about the nature of our relationship, regarding our faithfulness to each other. I thought I had put you first, putting your needs before my own, when I decided to keep to myself for those nine months. I thought my guarded character was proof of my respect and admiration for your detailed design. I thought by not letting my larger-than-life self hurt you, I'd only continue to preserve your innocent fashion. Sadly, it appears I was misunderstood.
Little did I know, you had taken our brief separation personally and had no plans to rekindle the love we once had. Apparently, you respected the nine months I needed for myself, but you felt threatened once he became involved. Rather than letting me down gently and explaining how you felt, you decided to abruptly reject me and accuse him of being the one to blame, making me definitively choose: you or him.
Well, I never thought I'd see this day or that either one of us would let it come this far, but what's done is done and there's no use dwelling on the past. I think you should know, his sweetness is oftentimes irresistible and as much as I wish things to be different, his allure is most charming. All I want is for you to be a little more considerate of my feelings before you painfully deny me. All I long for is to be welcomed by you and know I fit in your life once more. I mean, can a girl not have her chocolate and fit in her favorite pants, too?
Most sincerely,
♡ Victoria
P.S. Thanks for letting me use you in my lettered debut. Me love you.
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5 comments:
hahahahahahaha You are DESTINED to be a writer. I could so easily imagine your face as you tried on your "fave" pants. Love the use and surprise that came with the "he" and "his". ;) Glad you picked "him" instead of the pants; life is too sweet to not enjoy it's simple pleasures.
I love you. Continue to do you; it's working absolutely perfectly as you tell your story, mejorita. <3
mejorita, your faith in me means sooo much. can never thank you enough. <333
No need to thank me. It's part of why He has me here with you. <3
Tory, this post was genius! I enjoy very much every single one of your writings as they reach into my heart and tug, tug, tug...and well this one just shows how versatile you are as a writer. I love the humor and personification. I could already see myself buying and reading your future books! Keep it up! You inspire me. :D
Jo, your comment is totally compelling...knowing you are touched by words spoken through me is such a sweet blessing. Thank you for encouraging me - I love you!!! And I loved that you enjoyed this post! :)
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