What kind of letter can you write to your beloved man? Composing a letter to a loved one A letter of confession to the closest person.

Hello, my dear, stranger! Now I am writing this letter to the void, because I know that you will never read it, appreciate my thoughts and understand my feelings. Eighteen years is too little to learn how to live and too long to wean off love. At the very beginning of life, each of us chooses one of the three paths - probably the happiest, although the most difficult. Millions, no, rather billions of carefree days have already flown by. Even now I don't know if it could ever have been otherwise. And how much really in this life depends on us...?
You know, my unknown native interlocutor, all I ever wanted to do was just fix my childhood. It was, it seems to me, everything, but there was no you. And now, as if to spite fate, I regret that I grew up like that. I needed to change at some point for myself, for you, for everyone. Probably, I should have understood a long time ago that life is too fleeting to put off the meeting for “tomorrow” and “later”. Probably, if you could be next to me now (or a little earlier), could protect (or at least try to do so), I would, of course, be grateful to you just for that ...
I'm sorry, I can't be grateful to you for anything: neither for the warm summer day that someone has now, nor for the white snow that someone, but not me, collects in small handfuls. Eighteen years cannot be lived in one year, because it is too much. Now, when, like a thousand days, I look into the darkness of my past, it seems to me that much separates us from you, too much ... About what I am writing to you in this letter, I very often say to myself, as if I'm afraid you won't hear it...
... So, my longest days in my life were left somewhere behind, probably in my childhood. It was they, like no other, who were filled with laughter, carelessness, carelessness, that endless bright naivety that I was able to carry through my entire conscious life.
...All the past, bright and bright days were probably half like that, because in my life there was no you ... For all my sunny childhood, you did not give me a minute of your warmth, not a second of your loving look. You didn't say a single word to me, even the worst... I grew up without you, deprived of a huge number of toys and simple care.
... The tender childhood went out, leaving no trace, because fate has never had power over him. And you can’t turn back, you can’t lose the world twice, you just want to return to the land where everything is burning at dawn. And catch moments of light, plunge into the realm of sleep. But there is no answer from childhood, because spring has gone into the sunset ...
... Unfortunately, I don’t even know what kind of person you were: sad or cheerful, tough or kind, happy or not ... I never saw your eyes, although I really dreamed of looking into those native eyes. Having done this, I would probably have understood a lot for myself and would have changed a lot ... It's a pity, but only when we are left alone with ourselves, we inevitably understand that it is already impossible to return anything back. After all, you can’t turn back, you can’t lose the world twice, you just want to return to the land where everything is burning at dawn.
... I will not tell you, I know for sure that you will not hear all the words that now only eternal, eternal pain. After all, understand, you can never describe all love in a moment without playing a hopeless role either for fate or in love. You become again what you once were: an unfamiliar soul with a single and eternal destiny. I'm flying into the dawn, you're striving again into the sunsets. And we will never meet in this life with you ...
Unfortunately, the only thing I haven't said yet in this letter is that you, my unfamiliar loved one, are simply my father. All that is said here, you will no longer read and will never hear from me. There is simply nothing worse than the impossibility of changing, rewriting, correcting something ... I don’t know why I had such a - carefree - lonely childhood. I never knew you, which means all I can tell you is that I love you. It's a pity, of course, that you won't hear it, and you never heard it. And I've been screaming at you, screaming all eighteen years. But how was I to know that I was screaming into the void...
... I catch, closing my eyes, someone's death with an absurd force, and suddenly time goes back, remaining wingless hope. A painful moment of bitter truth, combined with black ash, revives a desperate cry to go irrevocably to the past ...

Hello Micha! And now the night has come again and I can't sleep again... Do you remember once we were walking along the night Lighthouse. They chatted, laughed, remembered something and just fooled around, as when you piled me on your back and ran from Minsk to Shirokaya Street on a dare ... So I suffered that fear! For some reason it seemed to me that a little more and I would hang over your shoulder and crack right on the asphalt! ... But it didn’t crack thanks to you. Then we stood smoking near the broken stop and laughed at it for a long time ... And it was so easy and good in my soul. It seemed to always be like this. It seemed that tea gatherings in Stasova's kitchen were already something sacred ... And your hasty stories told me about something. This is a separate issue! I confess, maybe I didn’t quite and sometimes delved into them, but seeing and hearing all your attraction and attention to me, I inwardly froze, enjoying this sense of importance. Your loving look at me at point-blank range, your attempts to furtively touch me ... Nastyukhin's jokes on you. Your funny skirmishes. Drunk and funny Stasik and Zhenya. All this January 2, 2008, seven in the evening, twilight, Stas's kitchen. Knockout beer on the table. The radio is working, I sit opposite you and watch with a smile and longing as you try to magnetize the spoon to your chest. I see a boy in front of me. He is very young, but he has so much life, energy, thirst to get his own and the sea of ​​stubbornness. He is still shorter than me, but not in size. A real hurricane of passion! And I myself am afraid to admit that I am afraid of him, for some reason .... That's why I was confused when a minute later you wrote me a text message through Nastya's phone that you love me. I was in a stupor…. I didn’t know how to react, although, to be honest, I subconsciously wanted and waited for it ... It all happened so quickly that I agreed. Though I doubt it's worth it? And the more time passed, the more I realized how hard it was for me under the pressure of your love. I especially felt it like that on January 4 in the evening when you wrote me smku- I love you. I didn’t know what to write, but I didn’t have time to come to my senses as the second one came next - Do you love me? I didn't mean to lie to you. It was embarrassing, painful for the fact that I can not answer the same. I wrote that I like you and asked you not to be offended. You said everything is fine. You understand everything. After these words, I felt even more disgusting because you are so good and understanding, and I am such a bitch who corresponded at night with this condom! You know, you were so in love, so cool, so much love for my being came from you, so much passion ... that not before You, not after, I have never seen such a thing from anyone. You burst into my life like a hurricane, turned everything upside down, that I digested everything for a long time! And here you are today - this person sometimes seems to me I don’t know at all. Sometimes I get a question when I stumble upon your name in my contact - who are you and what do you need? I am so afraid of this difference between that passionate rebel and this insensitive block of ice that I suddenly realize with horror that I was lost somewhere in time. Somewhere between my dear Mikha and this cruel and alien Mikhan... You know, when I woke up this morning, I was horrified to realize how lost in time... It was as if I had fallen into a coma for ten years, and now I woke up and look at my life, my surroundings with bewilderment and fear and I don't know. At that moment, I felt really lonely ... But don't wake up about it, besides, I understand everything. Life cannot stand still; it moves all the time, and along with its turbulent flow, all the people around me. Everything changes. Everyone is changing. This process is inevitable. There's probably something wrong with me. It’s as if I’m looking from the outside at this whole lively stormy stream, where people meet, fall in love, break up, get married, worry, rejoice, get upset ... I’m alone hanging out here, no matter what. And the worst thing is that I have practically no desire to return to it. There is nothing that connects me with living reality, except for you, my living past. Yes, even if you are not the same as before, but I still have a need for you ... And maybe it has become even more than before ... I would know how afraid I am of losing you! It’s probably stupid to say this, because how can you lose what you don’t have ... Yes, we are not together ... but at least we see each other sometimes, we talk ... I’m afraid to lose even this smallness. I'm afraid to lose the last fragile connection with you! I'm afraid to admit that I miss you ... I remember how you and I stood embracing on the iron bridge of Chugunka. The wind gently hit us in the face. Above us is only the evening sky of clouds ... And before our eyes stretches the immense distance into which we fled railways . Feelings of freedom, happiness ... there were still many, many good things ahead ... I smile with pleasure peering into this freedom. Your warm hands around my waist. Your warm breath on my neck…. I feel with my back how your heart is pounding furiously in my chest ... a heart without looking back in love with me. Such a strange unique moment when for the first time in my life I felt myself the most loved and desired on this earth. I felt protected from all hardships and dangers… enemies and enemies… from everything that could hurt me… you gently covered me with your arms… with your tenderness and love. It would always be like this! - I thought to myself, inhaling the clean air. Did I myself believe at that moment in what I thought ... I smile with bitterness and longing, remembering how that first winter, when the three of us walked from the TV tower to Jason for hair dye, you made plans for our future with Napoleonic passion ... - Summer will come . I'm taking you to the quarry, it wakes up great there ... - this is the only thing that stuck in my memory and in my ear between my thoughts about the fact that I need to repaint before Dan's arrival and what his reaction wakes up. - Yes, yes, Mish - Nastya, who knows everything, laughed at you. - God! You still have to live until the summer, and you have already painted her all your life ... You objected to something in response to her, while the shameless I only silently smiled. And in the evening you got drunk with grief. Did it hurt. What can I say, even a blind man would notice when Danil openly tells you here that I dyed my hair because of him. But I still don’t understand why he took that blonde then? .. But it wasn’t so important ... You were sitting in front of me on a swivel chair from the piano near the stove in the kitchen. Drunk, tortured, all wet from the snow with which he wiped his face in order to at least sober up a little ... I felt guilty but did not find the words to say to you ... Everything suddenly began to break in me between him and you ... You were there and were unhappy from the fact that I felt that you were about to lose me. I remember how you put your head on my knees hugged me and lay for a long time like a child. There was fog in my head. I honored myself strangely and dumbfounded by your love. Is it possible to fall in love so quickly and firmly? Is it really possible? Isn't it a pretense? I remember how I tried to encourage you with ridiculous jokes: - Mish, stop it, otherwise I'll push you now ... - A ... BDSM ... - You joked with a sad smile. You weren't on your feet. Everything wobbled from side to side. It was noticeable that you were suffering because of me and it was unbearably painful to look at. But I still left you exactly ... and then again .... and then I lost you ... ... ... It shouldn’t have been like that ... You know, I made a big mistake choosing Danil, but now it’s too late to regret and talk about it! There is nothing to change, the train has left………….. Your love has passed. Daniel quit. I am completely alone. It's been almost three years since we met. A lot has changed, just like you and me. I know I caused a lot of pain to you, which still stands between us like ghosts for moments. Yes, I was cruel to you, and sometimes just heartless. What I did in May 2008 is terrible! It still gnaws at me and there is no justification for this betrayal ... I just killed your love for me without a knife! I do not ask you to forgive me, such a wound is not easy to forget. It seems to me that even though it has dragged on, it still hurts ... Although I could be wrong ... Mish, I don’t know what’s going on in your shower now! You have changed a lot and sometimes I get scared from this ... It seems to me that with each passing day I lose that Misha that I once liked in December 2007. Yes, I was drawn to you, I did not fall in love, because I was already in love, but you also took a place in my heart from that moment. You know, I often remember how you took care of me, how you tried to protect me from Danila's humiliation, tried to protect me from him, and at such moments it becomes unbearably painful for me from what I lost. If I had been smarter then, I would not have done much of what I did. Do you know what I mean. But I don’t know if everything would turn out so smoothly with you, everything would turn out differently ... Mish I sometimes have from these if my head is spinning! I'm confused with everything. It's hard for me to explain what I want. Words cannot convey this. Maybe return that lover of the best Mishka in the world? Yes, I would like to ... You know, in all my life, not one guy in the world has treated me the way you do. In that spring of 2008, you were my best and closest friend ... I couldn’t talk to anyone like that, to last like that for everyone. We have stock in common in many things! You became my family that spring. You became like my family and it seemed to me that you always wake up next to me! I felt happy next to you. Remember we just walked around the circle and chatted. With you, I forgot all the problems, you made me believe that the world does not end with Danila, that he is beautiful and huge even without him. Every weekend I hurried to the Lighthouse knowing that I would see you and we would have a good time as always! I was drawn to you, but also to Dan. She loved him, she became attached to you ... Probably because of this, when we started dating, I began to feel sadness, longing, guilt ... that I had not yet loved you. I felt inferior...but that doesn't excuse me! Does not justify my lies and my betrayal! Mish, I know that I acted like the last creature. I ruined everything myself! It’s hard for me to remember our winter too ... I don’t know if you really loved me then. Maybe really, as they say, he just regretted it. But I loved ... I had a real passion for you. I probably got you then terribly with my love! We current and did that lying on sofas and kissing occasionally crawling out into the street. Do you remember that night when we slept together? We chatted and it was so good just to lie embracing ... I have never had this with anyone! And waking up in your arms feeling your warmth next to me is the happiest morning in my life! Do you remember when we broke up, I said that I would not forget this ... I did not forget ... After you, the bright sun of my life, it is difficult to talk about that nondescript fake period in my life after you. Everything there is dull without bright colors, without passions without the euphoria of happiness ... A complete parody of what happened to you ... an attempt to forget you, to convince yourself that I love Danila ... illusions ... emptiness ... loss. A constant feeling of loneliness gnawed at me and haunted me. Now I didn’t have a beloved Meehan and I didn’t have a friend Misha. My heart was empty and I didn’t know how to fill it by trying different ways. But everything was wrong... wrong... nothing worked... even intimacy with Danil did not give the former pleasure; rather, on the contrary, it became something forced... Darkness all around... not a ray of light... Hope appeared with pregnancy. Yes, I said to myself, this is the light that should fill that void after you. Give me back the meaning and taste for life! The child was like a breath of fresh air and I clung to him despite all the humiliation and pain from Dan ... I was generally afraid to tell you. It ached in my chest at the thought of you ... The memory of how you said during our winter that you later wanted a son from me ... You know, I wasn’t cunning, I really wanted, but for some reason a daughter more ... It’s your daughter from you ... It looks like two drops of water on you! Probably because of this I wanted you to know everything last, so that there would be less pain ... Yes, I sometimes had thoughts that it could be our child with you, and then I wonder ... what would happen then?... how would you treat me??... would quit... no... all the kaleidoscope is spinning in my head. Randomly and not clear... You were changing... and moving away from me more and more... our phrases are getting colder and more common... you are talking to me less and less... as if the light is dying down... that micha is dying... How I miss him! Yes, I often miss him. From his smile to his jokes…. I miss long conversations with him about everything in the world ... I miss his laughing eyes ... his kind smile ... After this gloomy lonely new year, I constantly miss him ... I see him in a dream ... I see our past with you, but dully, as if through a spoiled photo film... But the last month I have practically not felt warmth from you? It seems to me that I am just a bad memory for you ... a walking ghost who occasionally is an eyesore and asks how you are doing. You brush him off like an annoying fly… I’m offended, but I understand that it’s not the same as before… I have a child and you are young and you had many, many girls after me and there will be more… Perhaps you have many new feelings of the sea sympathies, new sensations of memories where there are no more places for me ... they are all pushing me out of your life every day. Probably it should be like this ... But everything screams in me - that I still like it, or maybe not you, but that glorious Mikha ... I want you to know this ... but I don’t need more ... I don’t want to crawl into your soul ... I don’t want demand attention and love from you ... I ... I just want you to be happy ... so that you can believe in love again

Today, quite unexpectedly, I found an ordinary paper envelope with a letter in my mailbox.

I'm talking about that mailbox in the entrance, in which for the last twenty years, except for advertising, no one has thrown anything.
People stopped writing letters to each other and sending postcards for the holidays. Already and email many do not write much.
We do not write letters on paper with an ordinary fountain pen, we almost do not knock on the clave. What for? I sent a template postcard on WhatsApp or on a social network, attached a smiley face, and that's it.
And here is one of my friends Far East just took it, and wrote me a regular letter.
An ordinary envelope with a letter, which, not so long ago, in principle, our parents, aunts and uncles, and, of course, grandparents loved to write to each other.
In it, in beautiful calligraphic handwriting, he told me about his life and being.

In fact, we communicate with this friend quite often.
But on skype, whatsapp, in in social networks, and naturally on "soap". Of course, we call each other by mobile phone.
I called him on Skype today. Thank you for the letter.
It would seem, well, what can you write if you communicate almost daily? But it turns out there are some things that cannot be transmitted digitally by electronic means.
The number has no soul. There are only zeros and ones. But in an analog letter written with an ordinary ballpoint pen, it is.
By the way, I like to listen to vinyl records. The sound is softer and livelier.

Here, it seems, the same even lines with text, but you perceive them differently. Yes, and doodles too.
Well, here, for example, let's remember the classics of our cinema - "White Sun of the Desert". Remember the letter of the Red Army soldier Sukhov to his wife: “I am writing back to you, dear Katerina Matveevna, because I had a free minute. We don’t experience it. The sun is here, it’s already white in the eyes "...
But imagine Katerina Matveevna, who received this letter via WhatsApp. Although, I do not represent the Red Army soldier Sukhov, who writes in WhatsApp. What would he write there? I attached a photo of some cool cat Vaska, a bunch of emoticons, and the duty “Miss you”. In the end, the sacrament of writing would not have happened.

Technological progress has destroyed this sacrament.
As well as the halo of romance, the smell of paper and the handwriting of a person dear to you, by which you can always find out about his mood and even what he felt at the time of writing the letter.
We are all in a hurry somewhere and are afraid to be late. During this rush, so many interesting things rush past us, but we no longer notice it.
But sometimes you can stop. Put aside the keyboard, take it, and write a regular letter to a friend or loved one.
Firstly, the recipient will be happy, and secondly, logical thinking is trained in the process of writing. It is necessary to build a proposal correctly and write it correctly. Thirdly, in a letter you can always say much more than in a meeting.

Today I will buy an envelope, take out my Waterman and write an answer to my Far Eastern friend. And then I'll go to the post office and throw it in the box.
Let the Russian Post work later ...

The need to write a letter to your beloved man is different: he is far away, or you had a fight and want to talk about your experiences, or other circumstances have arisen. Be sure to write, and if you do not know how and about what, we will tell you.

Letter to a loved one

If the beloved is far away and you are bored, the words themselves will splash out on paper. You just need to pick up a pen and get started.

Here are some examples for inspiration:

• You are far away now, but for me you are near: in my heart, in my soul and thoughts. I miss you so much and can't think of anything. But you have to live apart, and I try to be cheerful, waiting for you. I do not always succeed in this, in the evenings, when I come home, I allow myself to be sad, to give vent to emotions. I look forward to your return, the thought of it warms me every day.
• Darling, I miss you. I meet the dawn with thoughts of you and remember how good it was for us together. Come back soon and I will never let you go again.
• Forgive me, but I can't help but be sad away from you. Before, I did not appreciate the time spent with you so much, but now I felt how hard it is to be alone. I remember every second. I am waiting and sad. Yes, there are many things to do and worries, but the thoughts in my head are only about you, how are you there, is everything okay? Let me know.
• Every 5 minutes I look at the phone and wait for your call, because I can't live without you for so long. Wherever I go, whatever I do, your face is always before my eyes, dimples on your cheeks, you smile so charmingly and are so funny angry. Call me quickly and come back soon.

Being at a distance, we must support each other with warm words, constantly remind us of love, so that there is confidence that everything is the same.

A touching confession to a guy

It is often difficult to speak directly about feelings, but it is much easier to write:

1. Dear, I am writing to you, because I do not dare to tell you in words. You became not just a person in my life, you became life itself. I feel uplifted and empty when I'm alone. Love you.
2. I don't know why I'm writing this, I probably don't have the courage to say it directly. But I know I can't hide anymore. Before, I could not imagine that you would become more than a friend to me, but this is exactly what happened.
3. I'm afraid to utter big words, I know that all this is unexpected, but it makes no sense to remain silent further. Regardless of your decision, I tell you about my love. I dream of a response, but I'm not in a hurry, because everything is "like a snowball on my head." True love does not require reciprocity, and if you do not consider it necessary to answer it, I will be grateful for honesty in this case. I love and hope.

Of course, it is difficult to advise in such a matter how and what to write. But deciding to confess do not hesitate to speak directly, frankly.

Short notes-confessions to a loved one

Such notes can be thrown to a neighbor, classmate, colleague, when you don’t want to talk for a long time, but only convey the main meaning:

• I can’t speak beautifully - know that there is a girl nearby who cares about you;
• I have a few words that are torn from me - I love you;
• I look forward to meeting you like a miracle. I myself did not expect that I would fall in love so seriously;
• Tell me, has this happened to you, you see a person and you understand what it is is yours Human? It happened to me the other day when I saw you;
• I can’t believe it myself, but it so happened that without you I’m sad and lonely. When you are near, happiness overwhelms me;
• I'm so looking forward to meeting, and I myself wonder - did I really fall in love. Apparently it is, for good reason I am drawn to you like a magnet.

It is necessary to write just such messages, men do not like unnecessary words, everything is accessible and understandable.

Letter to a man in verse

It is very touching to receive poems written by the girl you love. Write them congratulating on the holiday, being apart or just like that:

Now you are my man

And I don't know how to thank fate.

Because I became your love

I can always be with you.

All resentment passes

When I look into your eyes

And all the suffering of the past

I'm ready to forget right away.

I love you more than life,

And thankful to fate, dear,

What gave her this spark,

That ignited our love.

Thank you for finding me

In the crowd among others.

Between gray buildings, sad faces,

We merged with each other.

Undoubtedly, you can compose a few lines yourself, if not, choose the appropriate ones and give them as a gift.

Tender and kind messages to husband

Tell your husband about your feelings after parting for a while and when he is around, let him remember that he is loved and expected:

• I don't know if you remember when we met. But I remember this day clearly, as it changed my life and me. I remember not only that, but also how you looked at me for the first time, how you walked me home and called me the next morning. All this time I was overwhelmed by a flurry of emotions and doubts. But soon I realized that fate had given me a gift and accepted it with gratitude. Thanks for showing up in my life.
• Perhaps I have never said these words and this is my omission. You are the best for me, you combine courage and intelligence, humor and prudence. I am proud of my husband, I can’t imagine how I would live without you or with someone else. I miss when you are gone, looking forward to the moment when I can return home. The best thing in my life is our nest and you in soft slippers.

A letter to a loved one in prose

And a few more options for messages for all occasions:

• My dear man! Yes, that's what I want to call you. I know that this is unexpected, but the feelings overwhelm me. You have become not just close, I understand that I was waiting for you. Having waited, I can safely say that I love. I'm not afraid to speak so openly even if you don't reciprocate. After all, those we love do not become our property, just be aware of this.
• You are far away, and I, left here alone, realized what you mean to me. Previously, we lived and did not attach any importance to this, gray everyday days passed by one after another, in worries and fuss. But we will begin to truly appreciate each other only now, after a long separation. I, every day, lying in bed, imagine how I will run to meet you and what words I will say. And most importantly, I will never let go for such a long time again.
• Dear, thank you for making my life better. Only you could make her truly happy. I love you when you get angry and laugh, and it doesn’t matter to me what your mood is, I can always dispel your sorrows. You are the most wonderful person, wherever you are, no matter what happens, I want to be there.

Words of recognition and gratitude should sometimes be spoken by all people to relatives and friends. Doesn't matter in oral or in writing, the main thing is to convey the essence.

If you decide to leave

It’s easier to express difficult thoughts on paper, and if you don’t have the strength to say goodbye looking into your eyes, write:

• Hello, you are probably surprised to receive a letter from me. But lately our communication has become more and more impossible, we constantly swear and quarrel. So I decided to talk in this form. Realizing that it cannot continue like this, I inform you that we are parting. Forgive me for everything and I forgive you.
• Cute, good man! I can't muster up the courage to talk, writing will be easier. Our relationship has outlived itself, we can no longer stay together. If we continue this performance, we will lie to ourselves and others. Forgive my insolence, but I think you will agree with me.
• Hello, I am writing a farewell message. There is not enough spirit for another meeting, I turned out to be a terrible coward. I feel that you are no longer looking at me so affectionately, hugging me not so tenderly. I don’t want to be not happy, so that you are there only out of pity or a sense of responsibility. I let us go in different directions. Thanks for the great time, sorry and goodbye.

It’s hard to write about parting, but gather your will into a fist and explain yourself. Don't wait until you become a burden to each other.

It doesn’t matter what you need to write a letter to your beloved man about. Whether it's a happy occasion or a sad one, be honest and show respect to the end.

Video: what words can convey your feelings?

In this video, psychologist Antonina Ryabtseva will tell you what you can write for your loved one to convey your love:

o Don't spoil me. I know very well that I shouldn't get everything I ask for. I'm just checking on you.

Oh Don't be afraid to be tough on me. I prefer it. This will allow me to know the measure and the place.

O Do not use force in dealing with me. Otherwise it will teach me to think that power is all that matters. I will gladly accept your guidance on me.

o Don't be inconsistent. It confuses me and makes me try to "get away with it" in every possible way.

O Do not make empty promises. This will undermine my trust in you.

Oh Don't be upset if I say I hate you. I just want you to regret what you did to me.

Oh Don't make me feel like a kid. I compensate by acting as if I am the "Center of the Universe".

O Do not do for me and for me what I can do for myself and for myself. If this happens, I will demand that you serve me at all times.

Oh Never mind my stupid antics. Your increased attention will help to consolidate them.

o Do not reprimand me in front of other people. I will respond to comments only in private, without strangers.

Oh don't try to teach me conflict situation. I still won’t hear anything, and if I hear, I won’t react. Talk to me when your anger gives way to common sense.

Oh Don't try to teach me time. You would be surprised how well I know what is good and what is bad.

Oh Don't pick on me and don't grumble. Otherwise, I will have to pretend to be deaf in order to somehow protect myself.

A Do not ask me to explain my misbehavior. I really can't explain it right now. I will try to explain my behavior to myself and to you, but this will take time.

Oh Don't test my honesty too much. It's easy to scare me, and I start to lie.

A Do not forget that I am developing, which means I am experimenting. Thus, I am learning. Please come to terms with this.

O Do not protect me from the consequences of my activities. I need to learn from my own experience.

Oh Never mind my little ailments. I can learn to enjoy my bad health if it puts me in the center of your attention.

A Do not brush me off if I ask you honest and direct questions. Otherwise, you will find that I have stopped asking you and am looking for the information that interests me where it is offered to me.

Oh Don't answer my stupid and pointless questions. I just want to draw your attention to myself.

O Never consider that to apologize to me - beneath your dignity. Your honest apology and admission of your mistakes makes me feel surprisingly warm towards you.

O Never claim that you are perfect and infallible. Otherwise, I will have to be worthy of too much, and I don’t want to be asserted otherwise.

A Don't worry about us spending too little time together. It is worth worrying about how we spend it with you.

Oh Don't let my fears make you anxious. Otherwise, I'm really scared. Show me your courage and your own bravery.

A Do not forget that I need your understanding and support. I think you already know this without me.

Oh Treat me the way you treat your friends. I also want to be your best friend.

Oh Don't forget your kind thoughts and warm regards, which you give me generously every day, if not now, then in years, will return to you a hundredfold.

O Remember that you have the greatest miracle in the world. This is a miracle I, YOUR CHILD.