Dear Jane,

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

ROCHESTER IS MARRIED!!!! WHAT?!?!

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.

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

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.