Friday, October 21, 2011

Dear George,

I've been thinking about you a lot lately.
Your romance.
Your emotion.
I've been basking in memories of our time spent together within the last few years, and I'm sad to see it lessening.
Maybe I'm dying to see you because I'm getting married know, just taking one last look of loves past. But, I can't but help thinking our story ends here. Maybe that's wrong of me, maybe it's hopefully and naive...but I don't mind being those things. If anything--you taught them to me.
There's something about you that I just can't give up on.
There's something about you that others just don't have. Maybe it's your honesty. Maybe it's your truthfulness. Maybe it's
As you once said, everything is fate. So, I'll leave it up to that. If we're meant to see each other once more we will--if not, then I guess I'll live in memories of the past. But I surely hope once more.

Until then I'll think of seeing you in a field of flowers.

Baskingly Yours,

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Dear Astrid,

I can't quite figure out why I don't like you, but I don't.

You've been in the back of my mind ever since our first meeting--what was it, a month ago? But, I'm just not itching to see you again. I should be. You have a most incredible life. Speakeasies, flapper dresses, horses; it sounds divine. I mean look at you!! You're GORGEOUS. You're the modern day Daisy? I have no idea!

But, something about your attitude makes the hair on my arms stick up and I have a feeling we would not end up friends. And if we did, it would not end pretty.

Violet Baudelaire once told me first impressions are often wrong and I know she's right. I mean, if I just took the time to actually get to know you, I'm sure we'd get along just fine...right? But, I just can't seem to get over that first impression. I'm trying to listen to her, really I am!! You're still in the back of my head, that's got to count for something, yeah?

I'm sure you can tell your fair share of tales--I doubt you're one to sit home on Friday night and read. You're in New York, the Big City, the Red Apple, and I'm Oklahoma. I mean, I'll admit, my life is not glamorous. I'd like to live vicariously through you, but at the same time I don't mind a quiet life filled with books and purring kittens. Something about you tells me you'd laugh at my trivial lifestyle. And, I'd stare awestruck, with my jaw dropped at yours. Lets switch for a day?

So, I guess I'm writing to say don't to give up on me just yet. It may take me a while, but I normally come around. I have a feeling we have the potential to be great friends...I'm just a little slow. And, you're probably pretty impatient...

So, until next time...maybe...

Slowly becoming yours,

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Dear Jessie,

I must admit, I don't have any experience dealing with prostitute's, but you seem quite out of the ordinary. Or is that just the stereotype?

I enjoyed getting to know you and growing stronger with you. Your story is an inspiring one, for women in any sticky situation. I've spent time working with my grandmothers organization, Project Liberty, writing a monthly newsletter in regards to the human trafficking industry. And, I must say, what you did...not many people have. And you should be proud of that.

You and your cop boyfriend have defied odds. It's amazing how people can come together for a common good. It's good that people can see past those stereotypes and see the inner good in people...especially when they're stuck in situations because they are forced to be.

I've no doubt that you have influenced girls all over the world to get out of sticky situations just through your strength transforming them. It's amazing how we can impact others when we don't realize we're even doing anything other than living our own lives. But, that's what you've influenced women. Maybe women like you, maybe women that feel like they're stuck in a dead end job, maybe people that want out of a bad matter what, your strength can and has encouraged women to find their own.

Freedom feels like such a large subject, but sometimes we don't realize it can be in the simplest mentioned above--freedom from a horrible job, freedom from being with someone who treats you badly, etc etc.

You've taught people how to free themselves. You've taught people strength. You've taught people to grow. You've taught people to have faith, to believe in themselves...You've taught people to live again. And you should be so proud of yourself for all that.

Growingly yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

The Flappers, Vixen

I started reading Vixen today, the first in the series The Flappers. by Jillian Larkin It's about a young girl in Chicago living in the 1920's. About her life in the age of flappers. It is really promising so far and I can't put it down. Can't wait to review it here. Has a lot of potential I think!


Thursday, March 3, 2011

Dear Jane,

I was thinking about you last night and I had something quite profound to say--I can't think of it now.


I was just as shocked as you. And I know a lot of people were probably scoffing at you for being so calm and collected and dejected in a way--not to mention the fact you actually debate if you're going to leave or not. But, I must, honestly, say: I would have probably more than likely done the same thing.

I know what I'm about to say would make a feminists teeth cringe, but.... Sometimes you're just meant to be with someone. Sometimes, I think, love can trump everything. If you're truly, whole-heartedly meant to be with someone--you will be. And how do we know that...I don't know if we know it, but I think our bodies do, or maybe our souls. I don't know...but something in us does. Does that make sense? I don't think you could be "mad" at Rochester because you love him too much. I think there are some things out of our control and I kind of think true love is. I think true love has so much power. It has the power to forgive, even when we, ourselves, as a thinking being thinks we shouldn't.

Not love, but true love--because I do think there's a difference. You could have loved Rivers--you could have learned to love the "comfort" he could give you, you could learn to love the safety he could give you, you could learn to love his companionship. You could learn to love him for what he had to offer you. But, that's what it would have been--love through companion... But, Rochester, with Rochester you couldn't learn to love him. You loved him without even knowing it. You loved him even when it was wrong. You couldn't even learn to NOT love him like you tried...

Jane! Jane! Jane
I'm coming. Wait for me.

It happened and you can't deny it. When you get proof like that--like the fact you were so many miles away and you "heard" each other. You had to go back. That, my dear, means you were meant to be. Like I said, some things are just out of our control.

So what's my whole point here....? Love. You may be just one case, but Jane, you're proof that love can conquer all. Love can conquer class, religion, monetary value, True love can conquer what we think would otherwise be impossible. So for all those people who laugh at love and spit on romance novels, songs, etc...maybe they just haven't really experienced what true love really is...

So, now I'm going to go put on Taylor Swift and I'm going to think about love and how at least you got it right.

Romantically Yours... (but, not in way of my being in love with you...)
NicholleLee Robertson.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Dear Hermione,

I think we're a lot alike. We're both the most studious out of our friends. We care about our grades. We don't break rules. And we have no friends... Hmm...I wonder if these above traits could have anything to do with that?? As I've grown up, I've come to realize that rules can or should be bent sometimes, not necessarily broken, but.... I've also learned that if I don't spend so much time studying and some time having a little bit of fun, it actually helps my studies--I know, crazy, right?! But, it's true---I wouldn't lie to a fellow bookworm. Taking some time for yourself will make you less stressed and give your brain a break, thusly allowing you to....remember. And, you wont be so snotty and stuck-up. Because lets be honest, you are....kind of. I mean, you clearly drive Harry and Ron insane and there's no point in denying that you've had a few cries because of the things people have said about you....

Actually, now that I think of it, that troll almost killing you was probably the best thing that ever happened to you. I mean, honestly. When you stare death in the face it changes a person--not that I really know. But, it seems now that you've learned this....some... But, following Ron and Harry around and acting as if you're friends when they're rolling their eyes at you and are (still) annoyed, doesn't count on friends.

I hope in your future at Hogwarts you will learn to loosen up a little bit--and have fun/make friends.

Only one of us needs to be obsessively studious...and I've held the torch longer and to be completely honest I'm not ready to give it up.... Sorry....

Studiously Yours,
NicholleLee Robertson