To the guy who rear ended me and drove away

Hi,
The first time I wrote this it was full of hateful words and anger. See, my week had been going really well until you hit me.. and it was just a downward spiral from there for the next 9 days. I gave three police reports in those nine days and it started with the one I gave after you drove off. I had a killer headache for the next two days, probably from the harsh shaking motion of the accident. Then on the third day, I went out to my car and had a completely flat tire, yay.. not. I thought that was the end of my bad luck, but driving home from work the following Wednesday, there was an extremely bad accident right in front of me, and I was a witness, (obviously) so i stayed and made a police report. At this point, my brain was done, and I just hoped nothing bad would happen for the rest of the week... I went to class thursday, had a good day. Then I went home, and while i was taking a nap my bike was stolen from outside of my apartment. (Police report number 3).

I hope you had a better week than I did. I know the police paid your friend a visit, she was probably pissed that you crashed her car. Maybe you'll pay more attention when you drive in the future. I want you to know that while I was pissed at the time, and I may have been more than a little rude, I am not actually mad at you. I figure there must have been something that was much more important than the fact that all of the cars in front of you were at a complete stop.

It took having this bad of a week for me to be reminded how wonderful my friends and family are. All they want to do is lift me up and make me feel better. I realized that i have some of the best friends in the world, and that you should be jealous of my awesome friends.

I hope that you have a nice holiday season, and that nothing bad comes your way.


Marisa

A letter to the guy who left a sarcastic comment on my Instagram picture.

Hey.

So you might say that it wasn't sarcastic and that you truly meant that you could see. But it brought back memories. Memories of being picked on all throughout elementary, junior high and high school. I was always the chubby friend. I developed faster than all of my friends. I was the girl with a pretty face. I used to look in the mirror and hate my body, hate my cheeks that were too chubby and my boobs that were too big. I have been on every diet that you can name. I have tried everything under that sun. I lost 20 pounds and gained back 30. You know what? 

I learned that it was a slow process. I learned that no matter what i did my boobs were not going anywhere. I learned that i have a tendency to not finish things that I start but at the same time i am extremely stubborn. 

You don't know me. You don't know that I am an extremely strong person. You don't know that bullying is something that just pisses me off. What if I wasn't? What if I was one insult away from not eating for the rest of the week. What if i had a thyroid problem and couldn't lose weight. Honestly there are so many girls out there that are not as strong as I am, i would hate to see how they would react to what you said. 

Honestly though, it just motivated me to try harder, to get back at it 10 fold. 

So thank you.

Marisa. 

A letter to my future husband...

Hello,

We haven't met yet, or if we have I don't know it. I am currently a junior in college, and I've been thinking a lot about you lately. I know I talk a lot so you've probably heard the story, but my cousin just got married... You know the one who is two weeks younger than me, inherited a bunch of money and shows it off like crazy? That one just got married. And it got me thinking...

I never thought marriage was for me, I never thought I would want to get married, but I am about to turn 22. I am on the tail end of my college career and about to go into the real world! And suddenly, that is what I want. I want someone to cheer me on and tell me that I'm not crazy when I wake up at 3 in the morning and decide to clean the kitchen. I want someone who knows me better than anyone else.

I wonder how we will meet. Will I love you instantly or will it take some convincing? 

I am currently focusing on my path with God, it is something that is extremely important to me. I hope that it is important to you and that it is something that we share and discuss openly. 

Is purity something that we struggle with? Or have we figured out how to balance out a romantic relationship and refrain from those desires? 

I am going to state it openly to you now, I am promising myself to you. I don't know if you're struggling like I am, but I have slipped a few times, I hope that we have the kind of relationship where I can be open and honest about my failures and you can be open and honest about yours. I believe that this is important because then we can be most accepting of each other. 

I understand that in society today, sex is everywhere. It is not always easy to remain pure, and recommitting to purity is even harder. I understand this And I will not judge you for your mistakes.

Moving on from that topic, how did you propose? Was it something simple and private? Or was it big and grand? Did you ask my parents first?

I can't wait to meet you, but I am going to end this letter here.

Yours,

Marisa