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Dear Kaleb,

I'm not actually going to send this. I just wanted to get it down. I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I screw up and scare you off or do something or say something that makes you want to run screaming for the hills. It's my first real relationship (well besides one in fifth grade but that one didn't count) so I'm not sure what to say or do. I don't want you to feel obligated to stay or to pretend to like me. I don't want to be a pity case. But if you're not simply still going out with me because of that then I'm happy. I really like you. I'm totally not blushing right now.  And I hope this works out. When I was younger I never really thought I'd ever have a guy interested in me. I always assumed I'd end up a crazy cat lady. All alone. This is a good development and I don't want to screw it up. Anyways I'm restating things. I should probably stop writing now. 

Thank you for giving me a chance. 

Kara

Dear Past Me,

I was about to write, don’t do it. I was about to tell you to hold off on altering the fertilizer. I wanted to say just stick to the rules. Listen to them. Keep your friends. But then I remember how upsetting it was. To sit there and listen to everyone else tell me that I could or shouldn’t do this or that. That I should just leave things as they are.

I don’t want that again. I never was the just sit there and let things pass me by type. So i don’t encourage you to be. I do say however, be strong. Things will work out. Your friends won’t hate you forever. Vidia’s even come around, and Treven too. I think the others will forgive me.

Plus you get some really great new friends out of it as well.

Love Always, 

Serena Flamel.

Dear Vidia,

I know we were never close, not like i was with some of the others. But I still consider you a friend. And I thank you, for stopping when you saw me the other day. You could have kept walking, that would have been easier. I wouldn’t even have known, and if I had I wouldn’t have said anything. I’d always just assumed you hated me like the others.

But you stopped. You talked to me. And you had tea. My tea, something I’d made. Thank you, for giving me another chance.

I hope we can be friends again. I miss you.

Your Friend,

Dear Trixie,

Thank you. I know you get that look too sometimes. The what are you talking about? How could that ever work? What are you doing? Just leave things alone. Don’t touch. That look. It’s usually all one look. But you still just keep being you. No matter what they say. Some people say that was foolish. But I don’t, I think it’s amazing. 

Thank you for giving me the courage I needed to just be me.

Truly Grateful,

Dear James,

I’ve already written one to you but I’ll be much more direct in this one. Thank you. For caring. Thank you, for talking to me. Thank you, for telling me about your shop even though you didn’t know me. Thank you for being there for me over the past year. Thank you, for caring enough to stop and comfort a stranger. Thank you so much. I can’t list everything you’ve done for me because it would take forever. You’ve done so much for me. You’ve made me feel like I’m really, truly worth it. Like I could be something some day. That maybe I’m not just a mess up.

You make me feel wanted, appreciated. You see my talent with admiration. You make me feel like i’m not just full of a ton of silly ideas that no one really cares about. I truly don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t met you that day. I’d be lost. Perhaps they would have taken me back, but I wouldn’t have been able to explore everything i can do. I wouldn’t have been able to blossom. To find myself.

I’m sorry, for being a wreck those first few days, or weeks? I can’t really recall. I just know that I was next to useless when setting up the shop. I was miserable, I thought i’d lost everything. But when it really started to come together I could see my future there. It helped more than you can imagine.

Again, I thank you, for everything you’ve done for me.

Love, 

Dear Former Lover,

I miss you, not us as a couple, but you. You were fun to be around. I’m happy with my life now. It wasn’t bad being with you, but I wasn’t myself. I was trying to hard to fit in. I wish you could seem me now, see me being myself. Who I should have been all along. But I haven’t seen you for a while.  I hope you’re doing well.

Sincerely, 

Dear Crush,

I don’t even know if my feelings for you are “crush” material. But it seems like the closest thing I have to a crush would be you. I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. I don’t know where I’d have ended up after everything if I hadn’t met you. Thank you, really. I can’t say it enough.

You’re amazing, with all the help since then as well. The green house is perfect. You know I feel like sometimes you’re the only one who really understands me. I used to think my friends were, but now I wonder if they really did. But you do. And the way you look at me, you… admire me? My talents. I can see it. It’s nice to feel special and that’s exactly how you make me feel.

Please don’t leave me, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you too.

Love,

Dear Santa,

Since I’m writing you a letter, first I’d like to wish you well. Second I’d like to ask you to send Rose whatever over priced outfit she’s oogling this year. She deserves it for the trouble i put her through. And perhaps give the others good gifts as well?

If it’s not too much to ask, all I’d want is for a new set of vials, a really good mortal and pestle, and that mixing bowl I was looking at the other day… I know some of this is old fashioned but it works the best. Plus, it feels like I’m a kid again with my little science kit. Except I actually get to help people.

Thank you,