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I NEED YOU MY LOVE Dear Tracey, Tracey where to start? Honestly idk. I hope that you read this! I know recently for the past weeks it’s been about not wanting to hear about me and about us but I need to let you know how I feel and what’s in my heart. Enough with the sitting back and letting you tell me no!!! First of all I know these words can't undo the stress, the pain, long nights you laid awake & the tears that kept falling down your face. I never meant to hurt you like that Babe even though it doesn’t seem that way, I never meant for things to go the way they did. Yes I was selfish, Yes I was naïve, Yes I was unresponsive but babe, please know you mean the world to me, and having you upset and not in my life at the moment is the last place I want to be. I have taken you for granted hunny n have lost myself from experiencing all the great times I cherish with you by my side. The first time I had set eyes on you at Shanice’s party I was glowing n admiring your beauty n although the first thing I did was put you on the spot with that personal question hehe I only did that because I wanted to build a lasting relationship (at the time friendship) …show more content…
I admire the responsible and mature Woman you have become. The exact type of woman I found in YOU that I want to walk at my side for the rest of my life. My heart aches has I realize how terribly I have screwed up what matters in life finding true love with someone who loves you with her everything. Babe you deserve nothing but the world n you deserve a man who in return loves you with his everything. This is where I have failed you on numerous occasions and caused you so much pain and hurt. I’m devastated watching those tears of pain fall down your face when we talk about us knowing that I’m the reason behind all of it. I hate myself for that and only want to go back to putting that wonderful smile and chuckle on your face as those big cheeks light up
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
When I first met you, I didn’t think we were going to last as long as what we have. Actually, I didn’t think much of you at all when you and I first started talking. Of course, I thought you were attractive and you were fun to talk to. But at that point in my life I felt worthless. I was used by a guy before you and I didn’t believe any guy would ever have genuinely, good intentions for me. But Hunter, after the first date you and I had ever had, I went home feeling like there was something oddly different about you. Before you came and picked me up, I was worrying about my outfit and my hair constantly. I looked over myself for a good thirty minutes worrying I wouldn’t impress you. The amount of times I considered cancelling on you because I didn’t know what to expect was unreal. However, I felt this strange urge to keep pushing forward. I was scared you would think I was ugly because I had the gap in between in teeth, or some other dumb reason. But as I sat there in front of you at Moe’s, never had I ever had a guy look at me the way you did. Maybe, it was because you were equally as nervous as I was or maybe it was because you thought I was too good for you, just like I thought you were to good for me. But the way you
I really hate that it had to come to this but i'm tired of being treated different and like an inconvenience. I've tried to talk to you and nothing has changed. Ive layed in my bed for the past 4 months crying to myself or Marcus because I had no one else to talk to. I felt like the only person i'm suppose to be able to talk to didn’t care whether I was alive or not. You hated on Marcus so much but he was the only one who stayed up with me while i cried. This seems dramatic but I really hated being at home. You really yelled at me all the time and half of the time i wasn’t doing anything. I was depressed most of the time which is why I slept all the time. To be honest I don't know if this will even bother you at all. But at least it will be easier and one less person to buy for.
Read this, okay? I've tried to stop caring, but I can't. I'm sick of being worried about you, so tell me wtf is wrong? Why do you "give up"? Tell me what happened.
Well I'm sick of this game you play and I'm sick of you not being honest with me. I thought maybe you'd have grown up, but if you have you haven't shown it. I have done nothing but support you and encourage you since we met and I deserve more than this crap. Even if it's just at a friend level.
Hi person, I want to apologize in advance for the contents of this letter but I need to let you know how I feel. When we started our relationship last year, I never thought that I would ever write this letter to you but life happened and people change. We have both changed and grown in so many ways that I feel that we have grown apart. The past few months are proof that we are no longer compatible and we need to set each other free to find happiness instead of tying each other down and trying to revive a dead relationship.
Your P.O.V I woke up in (c/n)'s arms. I tried to pry his arms off of me without waking him up... I failed. He woke up, a confused expression plastered on his face. But as his gaze landed upon me, it had softened.
I hate that all the pain I felt when we broke up was all for nothing. You guys didn't become a couple. I hate you for that. You have no idea what a great guy he is, underneath all that macho exterior he exudes. I hate that you broke his heart the way I did 5 years ago.
When I sent you that message, I really just hoped that my words would provide a bit of encouragement. After chatting for a couple of days, I recognized the beauty that was within you and I ran away. I cut you off because I started to fall for you but I knew that you wouldn’t/couldn’t give me your heart.
Ah! The ability of us humans to be different people every day... it's beautiful, isn't it? Every day is a fresh start for you. You can look at it like a fresh chapter in your life.
Maybe you only said you did to make me feel better, because you felt you had to. Which would suck because you know how much you mean to me. I really hope that isn't the case but please let me know. And maybe just maybe if I'm lucky you do love me. Like really truly do just
Two months have passed since the day you left me. Like a child waiting impatiently for Christmas morning to arrive, I awake each morning hoping to receive something or anything from you, only to be disappointed. I'll never forget your cold firm grip on my hand the day you dropped me at my family's house or my mothers face that whitened as you left. She screamed at me and I fizzed in the fire. I was slowing fading into oblivion as life was slowly being sucked out of her.
“Hey babe,” I bellowed down the bus to him. Not even a slight acknowledgment. How disrespectful. He stood right up the front of the bus next to the driver shaking like he had just seen someone rise from the dead. To be honest I didn’t know whether he heard me the first time so I shouted even louder at the top of my lungs, “Hey babe.” Everyone on the bus looked round so I sat there and hid behind my folder so no one was looking at me. I still got no response from him and my face started to drop and a tear began to fall from my eye. I loved every part of him and couldn’t imagine life without him. I thought I wasn’t having none of this so I messaged him again “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, I AM NOT INVESIABLE, LAST TIME I CHECKED I WAS YOUR GIRLFRIEND.” I sent the text with no kisses and very blunt and to the point just exactly how I was
He has prepared a new man for me to marry, and you know what, that new man could even be you. But notice how I said a man and not a boy. You’re not there yet, but you will be one day, and you’ll find the new woman God has set aside for you to take as your wife. I pray for that day all the time, for you to become fully man, in God’s good grace. But most importantly, I’ve discovered that, even though I thought you would be my forever, you’re not, and neither is the new man who has been set aside for me.
You are right, I should have asked about the research proposal and offered to write up your notes, but I really thought y’all were writing the whole thing that Saturday. And I was planning on meeting with you until you postponed and didn’t want to do it Sunday, when I could do it. Then I got caught up in my midterm exam, paper and presentation so didn’t really think to find out about the proposal because I knew you had it under control.