Dear You

 I ask you to write a letter to whomever about whatever. It must begin with "Dear You" and you cannot use names, only pronouns.
(a chain reaction via Shopgirl)

Dear You,

   You call yourself my friend, but I don't think that's how you really feel. You always delete anything we say to each other on Facebook, like you're afraid somebody will see something crazy there. We don't hang out like we used to, and even when we did, it was always a group thing, never just me and you. I don't know what's in your heart, but I get the feeling you were intimidated by me from the beginning. They were your friends first, and I was intruding on your territory. Maybe you thought I was there to take them away from you. I've always had the feeling that I rubbed you the wrong way.
     (I overheard what you said about me and that drummer.)
    You sugar-coat things nicely, though. You seem to claim me as a friend only because everybody else does. You giggle and tell people you think I'm "sexy cute" but I'm not sexy cute, and that's not what they like about me anyway. So they can tell you are lying when you say those sorts of things. Do you think they'll turn their backs on you, just because you don't like me?
     Are you afraid they'll choose me over you?
     The truth is, if it weren't for this imaginary competition you've created in your own head, I'd like you, and we'd truly be friends.

Sincerely, Me
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a chain blog, of sorts passed on by Shopgirl. I invite you to pass it on. It is open invitation, because I never know who will or won't want to do it. I wouldn't want to pressure anyone into it, and I hate to miss out on somebody who would want to do it. 
 I ask you to write a letter to whomever about whatever. It must begin with "Dear You" and you cannot use names, only pronouns.