Dear Harry Potter,

I don't know you, but I look forward to when we get to know each other. Everyone just loves you and I think we'd make pretty great friends. I feel bad having neglected to introduce myself for so long now, but hopefully our years as friends will outweigh our years of not. Maybe now that you're not so popular you'll have time to spend with me. Maybe? Well. I was just wanting to say that I'm looking forward to our meeting.

Longingly Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Charles,

I know you're going to end up with Sarah, but I don't understand why. You and Ernestina are precisely so cute together. I'm not sure what to do, knowing what is going to happen. I find you quite fascinating and rather witty, but I do not understand why you have to ruin everything in talking to Sarah. Sure, she's a Damsel in distress, but Ernestina's sassy and clever--that's gotta count for something.

Just. Just don't do it. Don't do it. It's that simple. Seriously. Just walk away and ignore her. It's not that hard. Don't be one of those guys.

Either way, I can't stop thinking about you. I find your life and story most fascinating and need to know what's going to happen next--even if I do not tend to agree with it. Just give Ernestina another shot! I know you can be happy together! And, really...I mean...really, she just has so much more personality than Sarah does. I understand the romanticism of helping her and being her knight in shining armor, but Ernestina needs one too, and you've already promised to be hers...

It is just disgusting when people are unfaithful to their significant other, and you absolutely disgust me for doing that to Ernestina, but I can't help but needing more of you...

But, really...just forget about Sarah....

Impatiently Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Zits...,

I still have a hard time calling you that...but, since you choose not to tell I guess it must suffice.

Do you want to know what I think? Actually don't answer that, I know you don't care.

But, I think you're dreaming. I think you are in a coma or something and you're dreaming. I really do. I think in the end, you will have never actually turned into Hank, or the little Indian boy, or Gus. I think, maybe, in your head you'll think that stuff actually happened, but in reality it didn't.

I find you fascinating though. I think when you get out of whatever you're in you'll have it figured out. You wont feel so abandoned by your parents, you wont be the angry foster kid anymore. I think you'll have a new perspective. And I'm really excited to hear about it. I think you have such a story to tell and so much to say, and I really want to listen. So even if no one else will or wants to listen, I will. I think you're such an interesting person and I can't wait to spend more time with you.

But, I'm learning so much listening to your story: about wars, Indians, I think what you're traveling through (pun INTENDED) is important for everyone to read. I think it will give people a new perspective to not only see something through your eyes, an interracial Indian Juvenal delinquent orphan. And you're allowing us to get up close and personal with Indian wars, and actually learn about some of the horrors in them. You bring up some really good issues, even if you are crazy and don't really know what you're saying...

So....keep saying, even if it's not all right. Because I'm listening.

Time Traveling Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Owen,

I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I know we haven’t been able to see each other much lately and I greatly apologize about that. I’ve been so busy with school and work and trying to make a career out of writing.

You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. I’ve been thinking about you and tried to get to you last night, but I got busy doing something for school--it’s midterm week, I’m SORRY. Please forgive me. I know you will.

That’s why I love you so much, Owen. You’re such a good person. You’re forgiving and understanding and you’re always there when I need you to be there. You’re a good person, Owen. Don’t ever forget that. I know you don’t need me to tell you, but…I am going to anyways.

How’s Annabelle? Tell her I’m sorry for my absence this past year. And that I’ll try to get to you guys sometime within the next few months.

I’ve been thinking about that radio show, how’s it going? There’s just something about music that is just the exact right medicine for anything in life. I think that’s why we get along so well--our love for music. Music has such a force on life, wouldn’t you agree. I hear a song and I’m automatically back in the spot where I listened to that song or band most. I heard Fall Out Boy the other day and I was back in my junior year of high school hanging out in my beat up van with my friends with the windows rolled down and in my lime green room sitting at my drum set talking about boys and our favorite songs. There’s just something about a song that can be so soothing to the soul. I’ve been spending a lot of time with my headphones on lately and I’m falling back in love with music the way I used to be. And it’s good--I miss it. It’s a reunion LONG over due, kind of like us…

Again, I’m sorry. Talk to you soon. Until then…at least we have our music.

Musically Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Thomas Builds-The-Fire,

Dude. Keep tellin’ those stories. They are kick a**. You’re a free spirit Thomas, and you have such a gift of story telling. And when no one’s willing to listen to your stories come find me--I will, no matter how many times you’ve told them to me. A good story can never get old. And you my friend tell a good story.

Tell Victor I said hello.

Story Tellingly Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Barbra,

I’m sorry your cat died. That must have sucked. I loved my cats very much and was really sad when it was time to go. I’ve found books a good alternative to a feline friend. Sure they’re not soft and don’t purr in your arms…but they never leave you, they’re always there for you, and they’re willing to spend time together whenever YOU want and not just when they want a petting.

On another not, I’m afraid to say, but you’re a bit obsessive. You’re obsession of Sheba is just not health, Barbra. You need to learn to let go just a little bit and take a step back. I understand what it’s like to not really have anyone to talk to or spend time with…but you can’t get all crazy obsessive over people…that’s how you loose friends. And you should have learned this from Jennifer, but you didn’t…

Anyways, I just wanted to give you my two sense and condolences about your cat.

NOT Obsessively Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Dennis,

You’re a unique individual. And I know you’re young, but stay that way. Uniqueness is something you don’t come across everyday. We live in a society where everyone is worried about being just like the person sitting next to them. Girls in school are more concerned about putting their makeup on than listening to what a teacher has to say.

But you have a special gift. You’re yourself. And you’re bold. You’re a free spirit. And I don’t want you to loose that. It’s a rare quality to have in our society, but you’re special that way. I wish more people could be as much of an individual as you--a young boy, more willing to be himself than some fifty year old men.

I wish I could be as much of a free spirit as you are. It takes courage. But, of course you have David to help you keep your uniqueness and spirits up--me, I’m just on my own, but I like to think I’m doing okay, kind of a free spirit. David is good for you. He can encourage you to be your own person, and realize even if and when people say mean things that’s all it is--mean things. It’s not you. It’s them. I’m sure David knows that--I’m glad you found each other. You deserve each other.

Keep on keepin’ on little man. You’re doing great.

Flying Like a Free Bird With You,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Princess Buttercup,

I thought you were really dense when I first met you. But after I heard what you said to Westley when you declared your love to him I learned differently. It takes a pair to put your heart on your sleeve in the way you did, and I’ve got to respect you for that.

On another note. The fact that you continued loving him so much when he’d been gone/dead for so long is admirable. And look--it worked out in your benefit this time. Good things come to those who wait and you really proved that… Westley might be one of the few men out there that are just totally incredibly amazing and you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger. Good for you.

The prince, however, is just the biggest tool in the world--and you almost fell for it! Tisk tisk. You should have known better. Not like you could have done anything about it…it was either be with him or die… To be completely honest if I’d lost my true love I probably would have chose death… But, then again, if you can survive a broken heart of that stature you can survive everything right…? Maybe. But, hey, look at the bright side…you got to wear pretty dresses…which I’m SURE made you feel so much better… That was a joke if you didn’t catch on.

I’m glad you got your Westley back…he was right, nothing can stop true love. And, I’m glad to finally have it proven to me. Thanks for the lesson. ;-)

Truly Lovingly Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear George Emerson,

You are such a MAN. I can’t even explain the utter love I have for you. Every time I get to spend time with you I fall in love with you all over again and even harder than the first time. Your cynicism and sarcasm, and romanticism just…I can’t even explain.

You are like the epitome of perfection. You’re not afraid to stand up for what you want and believe in, no matter the boldness you have to exert. You have such a faith in fate and what is supposed to happen will--and I admire that so much! I believe the same thing too, but I have a hard time being patient enough and waiting for that to come. Or I worry that maybe I’m wrong and fate has a hand in nothing. But--your story, of you and Lucy--clearly proves me wrong. The way you kissed her after Cecil read the passage of that book about your and Lucy’s first kiss…there’s no better way to describe it then just MAN. You’re a total man.

I can’t even explain how you’ve had me weak in the knees just about things you’ve said or done. It’s really not healthy how much I love you. It’s not. I know you fought hard for Lucy and you’re not going to let go of her for some silly girl like me.. But still! I just can’t help but hope and wish. I’m like a bad Taylor Swift song when it comes to you…knowing one day we’ll be together and it will end like a Taylor Swift song. But…life is not a Taylor Swift song, so I will have to put those ambitions behind me. She does make it sound fabulous though.

You have this way of making everything you do seem perfect. And you have this way of making everything silly or unimportant seem totally useless and dumb. I don’t know…you’re probably getting red in the cheeks reading this…but honesty is the best policy and I told I’m really honest. So I just have to get this off my chest. And I know that’s all it is. I don’t expect anything from or out of you. I just needed to get this out before I explode from your manliness.

Utterly Lovingly Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Ishmael Chambers,

There's something about you that I can't just forget. Maybe it's your arm, or your war story. Maybe it's the incredible way you love Hatsue. Or it could just be that you're a journalist, too.

I just wanted to tell you that I think you're an incredible man. I know we only spent a few short days together, but when we weren't together I was thinking about you--all the time. You think I'd be embarrassed to admit that...I'm not.

I think it's just the way you loved Hatsue...when you were young, all the way up to her being married to someone else. It takes something to be that in love with someone, I think. The commitment and determination you put into loving her...it's something else.

I understand what it must have been like being with a Japaneese girl and having to keep your love hidden--I mean, I can't understand, but I think I do a little. I think the fact that you guys put so much into each other and believed in each other the way you did at such a young age is what helped you hold on to her for so long...

I can't imagine how heartbroken you must have been when she was forced to leave or when you came back from the war to find her getting married. I can't even imagine the pain you must have felt... And to hold on to all that pain for so many years...how exhausting--I don't know how you did it...

I just thought I would let you know that I'm thinking of you and I can't wait to see you again.

Thinking of you,
NicholleLeeRobertson

Dear Clare Abshire-DeTamble

I admire the strength and patience you have. I mean, I can't imagine being with Henry was easy--when he was gone. I mean, I get aggravated when I can't see my boyfriend once a week, or when I'm away at school. But, what you had to go through...I can't imagine. I understand what you meant by saying you never had a choice. I mean, obviously you knew that Henry was your future. But, I mean, sometimes I think about my relationship and feel the same way. I mean he's not a time traveler and a Ouija board didn't spell his name out...but sometimes it's like your heart and mind and body make that choice for you without your brain even realizing it. And it's nothing to complain about, but it's just weird the way life--love works like that. I just want to commend you though for--handling the situation the way you did. I mean, you lived that way your entire life, so I guess it was kind of easy for you in a way. But to live every moment basically wondering if he was going to be there the next, and when he's gone worrying that he's okay and everything's okay. It mus'n't have been easy...but you did it with such...class. You, truly, are a remarkable woman. You are. I can't imagine being in your shoes and handling it any better than you. You have something everyone could learn a little more about love--patience, understanding, kindness. You really do inspire people--just to be better people, better lovers, mothers, and wives. You're great.

Decidedly yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Edward Cullen,

It's been some time since we spent time together. And I was right. Taking the break we did, it made our time together tonight much more enjoyable. Honestly.

I was driving home from our visit and I looked up and saw the most amazing image of the moon. I mean--amazing. I wish I could have taken a photo, but, ya know, I was driving and all. And just the way the moon looked--clouded and streaked over and almost the color of fire--it made me just want to turn back and find you again. Just stay with you--for a little while at least. I just wanted to turn back. I don't know, that's one of the only times I can really remember wanting to turn back and go to something else. That image of the moon, it was just you, I guess. If that makes any sense. ???

It's nights like tonight that I wonder why I ever decided to leave you in the first place. I guess if I wouldn't have then we never would have had this night. But, I don't know. Every time I'm with you I just feel...different. Better. Calmer. I can't explain it. I feel so weird admitting how close we are, but at the same time the connection we have is something that makes me feel so good. I never feel more emotion than I do when we're together. Maybe that's why I love being with you so much--you make me feel so alive. Which is kind of ironic if you think about it...you not being alive and all. Does that sound crazy? I know I am, so it's okay to say 'yes.'

I don't know. I guess you're that person that I can just always turn to and know that I'll figure out whatever I need to figure out when I'm in your presence. And i think that's why I had such a hard time parting with you so many years ago--you put things in perspective for me. Well, you don't, but you help me to put them into perspective.

Ponderingly yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Jane,

We spent some time apart for some time since I was in school. But, when I returned to see you were still so broken up about your man leaving, I can't help but feel so bad for you. I mean, I know how I felt when my boyfriend and I had to be separated because I was away at school, but he left willingly, and now you have to hear about how he's "with" someone else and has forgotten about you... Man. For me I don't know how I functioned, I missed him so much. But, you don't have to just miss him...you have to hear about him from every other direction and hear he's "fine" when you are clearly suffering. Yuck! Don't give up though! All good things come to those who wait. Plus, until YOU talk to him, you don't really know how he's feeling at all do you?!

Feeling You,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Ishmael Chambers,

I automatically liked you. For one, you're the editor at the newspaper. But, you were different. You have class with your profession. So many writers are pushy and pry, but you don't. You respect people and their feelings. Not saying that other writers don't do that, but not all do. And I respect you for that. We share the same profession--I like you.

You also have such an amazing heart. Falling in love and not loving anyone else, even if that means you're alone. Although I do believe you could have found someone else, it's incredible what you did. Committing to someone like that who didn't commit the way you did. Although, I think in a way she did. I think she loved you more than her husband she just couldn't stand up for herself--for you. Although it's sad, it happens. But you told her you'd love her forever and no one but her, and you do. And I think that's really respectable. I love hearing the stories of when you were kids. But, when I see her with her husband I just don't feel like she feels the way about him she did for you--she does for you. Because I believe she does still feel that way.
Anyways, I just wanted to write you and tell you what a good man I thought you were. See you soon.

Tellingly yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Ronnie,

You're quick to judge, and judgmental. Especially for someone who has the attitude you have... I think it was a good thing you spent the summer with your dad, it allowed you to re-evaluate your life... You needed to. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed spending time with you, you were just so whinny and your "the world is against me. Rawr, I hate everything" attitude was getting old. Guess what?! There are people in much worse positions than you...just so you know. You have a good life, you don't really have any reason to complain... I mean, I understand why you complain--everyone does. But still. Come on lady!!

But, I think you made great strides with your life and attitude. It's not always easy to see yourself and realize you need to change. And even though you may not have really noticed a need to change, you realized you could better yourself. And you did. And that's something you should be proud of. Your dad needed you, and you were there for him. And your brother. And in the end--your mother.

You're a good example for all the girls out there that were like you...people can change, they can be happier than they expect, even in the "worst" situations...

Optimistically yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Seth Jones,

Seth Jones, I knew you were too good to be true. But, to be completely honest, I was really disappointed when I found out you had been leading us all on. I mean, I guess I understand. But, I was just really hoping you were as good as you led on to be. But, I guess all good things must come to an end, even people.

I mean, you knew everything. You knew exactly what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. You were always in the right place at the right time, and you always knew what to say. And, I guess that's why I liked you so much. It was a refreshing change. It was nice to see a classic hero right in front of me. It was nice to see the good guy go above and beyond, and exceed expectations, if that makes any sense. I guess is what I'm trying to say, is it was nice to see the good guy prosper instead of the bad guy.

But, then you turned out to be a fake. And, I must, admit, although slightly disappointed, I was never mad at you for it. I guess I knew your perfection would come to an end, like all good things do. But, I was really hoping it wouldn't have to. But, I guess one good thing; for once the good guy got the girl! I was happy you found your Mary in the end, even if it meant leading us all on for what seemed like an eternity.

It was nice getting to know Seth Jones, I wish some day I'll be able to get to know Eugene Morton.

Not fakily yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Eli,

Around this time of year (near summer) it makes me think of you and the summer we had together. I will never forget the fact that I got to spend time with you before anyone else, so awesome and I'll never forget that. But, when I think of you, I think of summer. And that makes me feel alive, and feel the sun on my face, and the fresh smell of grass and flowers. And it makes me miss you, and summer. And, I'm so excited summer's coming. I'm planning on spending a couple of days with you, so plan on that happening. Just a warning.

I had something I've been wanting to say to you for a few days, I've just been thinking about you, but now that I'm actually taking time to tell you I can't remember. I guess that's what I get for waiting, huh? Oh well, I'll probably think of it in the middle of the night--at least I know you'll be up to read this. ;-)

Anxiously yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Eliza,

I just want to commend you for what you did to save your son. To have your husband ripped away from you, then find out your son was to be sent away. You did what you had to do to save your family. And as far as I can tell right now, you have. You saved your son, you found your husband (or he found you rather), and your in a home of good people. Sometimes the scariest, boldest, most risky things for us to do are the most rewarding. And as of right now, it seems like you're an example of that.

I wish I had half the courage you had when you took your son from a loving home to save him, to stay together. To have courage like that...I can't even imagine what I would be ambitious enough to do.... Go after my dreams, maybe. But, that even, is not as bold as what you've done.

I look forward to spending more time with you, maybe some of that courage will rub off on me! :-) Really, though, your story is inspiring. It truly is. Maybe I'll make you rub off on me. I'm not sure how yet, but I may find a way. Professor Eberle was talking about being courageous today in Brit Romantic Lit and doing what you're scared to do, maybe that's a sign or something. He was telling us to do it, you're doing it. Maybe I will, too. I'm going to start writing my book again, tomorrow. ;-) hehe. Kidding. Sort of.

Courageously Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Mrs. Fletcher,

It must be so hard knowing that your husband is utterly in love with someone else. Knowing that he will never love you to the capacity he loved someone else. I can't even imagine. And now, you have to take her kids into your home. The kids of the woman who holds your husbands heart. How does that feel?--Pretty crummy I would assume. Just knowing something like that must kill you inside. That you, everything you have with him, your children is because he couldn't be with the woman he truly loved (loves?). I know this probably sounds harsh...I actually do feel really bad for you. I couldn't even imagine what that must be like. And now you have those kids in your home as a constant reminder of what he wants. At least you know one thing, he wont ever have it...her...being dead now and all. I'm sorry, this is coming out all wrong. I am sorry. I can't imagine what it must feel like to love someone who doesn't truly love you back. I mean I'm sure he loves you, as I can imagine that he would learn to love after all the years of his marriage, but to know that he's with you because he cant be with her. That must be hard. But, you've dealt with it for how many years now. I'm sure it's a hole in your heart healed now. Maybe? Or maybe it gets bigger every day? -- It could go either way, I would think. Do you regret marrying someone who loves someone else more than you? But, just remember, it's not those kids fault he loved her. Don't take it out on them... You seem like a pretty reasonable lady, I'm sure you wont...but I am just at the beginning of your story, so you may....who knows.

Regrettably yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Mademoiselle La Rue,

I don't know yet whether I blame you for the death of my dear friend Charlotte Temple. I don't know if I can blame you for it as much as I can say you had a major hand in it. But, I guess if I blame you I would have to blame Montraville as well. And I don't really blame him. I guess if I had to blame someone or something (which it seems I do or else I would not be writing this) I blame Charlotte. I just realized that....She went crazy. I mean though, who wouldn't? Who wouldn't go crazy in that house all alone? Who wouldn't go crazy when they came to America and left EVERYTHING behind for a boy and he left her for someone he didn't think he could marry...yet did? Who wouldn't go crazy when they showed up on their friends doorstep begging for help and she turned them away (where you come in)? So. See? There were so many factors, but you, you are one of them. And I wish we could take them all back so we could still have her with us today. But, we can't. So we may as well not even think of it.

Charlotte's life was pretty shocking, huh... I mean, I knew when I was reading the biography of her life what was going to happen, but I think I'm just surprised at the way things happened. Like...I still haven't gotten over the fact that she passed out in your home and had a baby not long after....I hadn't a clue she was even pregnant. Unless I totally missed something...which I may have...

I don't know La Rue...I guess I was just writing you to work through my feelings on the situation...and now that I have I think I can sleep...Now that I've kind of dissected my feelings on Charlotte's life.

Don't even get me started on Montraville though...


Dissectingly yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Charlotte Temple,

I am SO EXCITED to be spending so much time with you this week!!
I think we will become great friends. I look forward to all the time we can spend together in the future, as well.
I really enjoyed getting to know you this afternoon, and miss you already. But...I can't abandon all my other friends, as much as I would like to just so we could spend more time together.

Missing youly yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Marcus,

So. I'm always thinking of new ways for my boyfriend to propose to me. Don't ask me why, they just pop into my head. And they're REALLY good, too. Like, I should just make a career out of planning proposals, even though that would take everything out of the proposal seeing as how he is supposed to come up with it on his own and what not.
Anyways, I digress. So. I'm always thinking of INCREDIBLE ways for my boyfriend to propose to me (I was waiting for you, but I've accepted you're not coming for me).

HERE THEY ARE.
OPTION 1: Buy me all the Lemony Snicket books and give them to me one by one. Once I get to the last one include a ring with it.
***This one can't happen. He already bought the boxed set for me. There was no ring.***



OPTION 2: Take me to a Harry Connick Jr. concert (my favorite EVER) and propose during the show/on stage if allowable (which I know for a fact Harry does allow, he said so on Ellen).
***Doubtful this will happen. He does not share my love for Harry.***

OPTION 3: I LOVE JOHN CUSACK. Our favorite "together" movie is Say Anything. So he could set up a John Cusack movie night (nothing out of the ordinary) and watch all our favorite movies and save the best for last. Once it gets to the boom box scene, BAM! pull out a ring.
***Pretty perfect, I think! Except his brothers wedding song was 'In Your Eyes' so I don't know how that would work.***

OPTION 4: And this is where you come in. You have a shirt that says "You. Yes, you." talking about how you like Jessica. Yes, we know this. Anyways so he could get me all the Jessica Darling books and in the book/scene where that whole thing takes place he could tape a ring on a string and hang it in there (bookmark) and circle "You. Yes, You." and then I would open the book up to that page (obviously) and BAM! there it would be.
***I find this one to be pretty perfect. Only problem, he has no idea about that part of the book.***

And, of course, the other problem would be that I thought of these, therefore he wont use them because I thought of them. I don't know why I do that to myself. I don't do it, they just creep up in my head when I'm not thinking about anything. Gosh.

Anyways, so that's how I want to incorporate you into my wedding proposal.... hehehe. I think it would be prefect! Either that or the John Cusack movie night....either way, I dream! And wait.

Thinkingly and Waitingly Yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Wieland,

I'm not very far into your story yet. But, I just heard that you heard voices. You thought you heard/saw your wife.
I just want to say, that happens to me often as well. I am always thinking I see or smell my boyfriend. Then I kind of freak out. Then I remember that he's in Howell and I'm in class at school, in Grand Rapids and there is no way he is here. Especially in one of my English classes.
There was this one time when I thought I saw him outside of my classroom and I double looked, then I "went to the bathroom" to see if it was him surprise visiting me. It was not. It was just some boy who was trying to be cool, but was not pulling it off. At all.
And sometimes, I think I hear him in the halls talking to people while I'm walking by. But it's not.
So, I'm just saying, at this moment, I don't find you so strange. Because, it happens to me all the time. We're just freaks I guess.
But, with me, at least there's someone there who I'm mistaking with. I think I'm just so anxious to see him all the time that I try to find little bits of him in everyone else. What's your excuse? The same?--It might give you some brownie points with the wife... ;-)

Freakishly Seeing People-ly Yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Haven't been around. Be back soon...

I haven't been writing lately. I've been on winter break from school and started a new internship, so I took a little break from the blog while I was away. But, I'll be back soon! And honestly, I've not even finished one book over this 3 week break. I know disgusting, right?!

So, I'll start writing again very soon!

NicholleLee Robertson.