Sunday, November 23, 2008


I want to tell you so so much, how much I love you as a person. I want you to find whatever or whomever it is you are seeking out.

I know I can't though, I have to let you leave free of guilty thoughts and let myself be isolated from you.

So instead; I'll write it. I love you. I know you need this. I know it's for the best so, good luck in San Francisco. Don't let anything bring you down. Explore, ride your bike across the Golden Gate Bridge. Walk up hills or down hills. Dress warm. Don't give up. Find someone. Find yourself.

Don't make the same mistake you did in San Diego.

Love, Rikki Bower

Monday, November 17, 2008


Well I'm single. I don't know exactly why, it wasn't an ugly break up so at least not many feelings were hurt, and mean and awful words were not exchanged. I guess 25 and 19 is a big age difference when 19 and 25 years old are involved with each other.


Well the most wonderful thing about the world is that, it's okay to be sad and it's okay to cry, time makes all things less significant.

I'll always love you, because you were the first person who taught me about the red dots on the free way and the first person who would talk things out with me instead of getting mad and saying things you'd regret.

But you don't want me here when you're depressed, my happiness wasn't good enough for both of us. Which I guess is okay, I respect your choices, I don't agree with them but these are the moments that define who we are and who we will become.

-Rikki Bower