
We've all written someone a love letter.
Whether it's a physical letter, a text message asking if you got home safe, saying I love you in person, etc. But what about all the love letters that got lost along the way? All the things we don't say because we didn't have the courage, the opportunity, the strength, the bad timing?
What happens to all our feelings that don't get said out loud? Do we write them in journals? Do we listen to songs that convey a similar message to what we're feeling so we don't have to say it out loud? Where do our feelings go when we have no where to put it? Do they get lost? Or do they just pile up like a stack of unsent letters on your desk confessing your love for someone?
This piece was inspired by a lot of other media: Jo March from the book/movie Little Women, her drive to write and her monologue about women being way more than just an object of love but contrasting that by confessing that she's lonely. Taylor Swift's song and music video for her song Fortnight, mainly the lyric "I love you, it's ruining my life."
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