a letter, indeed.

this morning in my inbox i found this lovely little message from my old friend, sam.

Dear Meg Fee,

Do not become an adult. I repeat, do not become an adult. I can tell you that I take my hat off (when I wear one) before I sit down at the dinner table. Heck, once I enter a building.
But I am not an adult, simply, I perform actions that fool the world into thinking I am an adult, when truly - I am not.

At somepoint I'd like to get coffee with you and see if you still dream of the woods of new england.

Love,

Sam

it was in response to this. 

i copied it into my notebook because it tickled me to no end. and, because i think he might just be right.

sam was one of the first guys i ever fell really, really hard for (i was just entering high school). and maybe the only one i ever fought with another girl over. 

that being said, new england woods...i don't know what he's talking about...

an open letter to the woman who attempted to duck under our camera.

Dear ma'am,

It didn't work. 

Signed,

Meg

Dinner on Saturday night at Maria Pia

on 51st between 8th and 9th with

Dad, Mom, Cousin Sean, and the amazing

Sarah (Sean's girlfriend, and avid blog reader)

dear crush,

Dear Crush,

If you think I don't know your name. If I don't say hello or goodbye. If my eyes dart to the floor every time you look in my direction. If I scowl or pretend to ignore you. If I act like I'm much too good. If you wonder why I'm friendly and charming with everyone but you...it's because I like you. It's because my whole body gets warm when I see you. It's because I'm actually shy. It's because you've missed the countless sidelong glances I've thrown in your direction. And because I am completely terrified that if our eyes were to ever meet, it would all be over--that in that instant I would unwittingly confess to the thousands of little lies that kept you from knowing just how hard I might (and maybe want) to fall for you. 

signed,

the girl you think has a crush on your friend.

image found at ffffoun (of course).