Dear Unsealers:

I start each day with something brewing. Literally.

I rip open the bag of tea and pour the hot water in my cup. As the cup steeps, the aromas reach my nose. Scents of Jasmine, Bergamot and Peppermint take hold. I open the box of tea and see so many options, with bags having a specific color assigned to them. It’s like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, right down to the black and gold embossing on the Harney and Son’s box.

But the cup of tea matters to me more than just simply having something warm in my body on wintry days.

In each cup of tea that I brew, I feel a sense of peace. I do not get started on the litany of reschedule case requests until I finish my cup of tea at my desk. Otherwise, it’s the sign to everyone that I’m taking a moment for myself.

The cup of tea, as is, is enough for me. I don’t add milk, cream or sugar to it. I don’t make it sweet, except for a drop or two of honey.

Having tea as a part of my day goes back a long way.

From my college days, when I would pop into the Starbucks around the corner from John Jay College’s campus to order a cup before class began. To my first taste of my favorite type of tea, Jasmine Green during afternoon tea at the Athenaeum Hotel in London in October 2012. At my previous job, I would go to markets and bodegas to bring in multiple boxes of tea to have a range of options over the course of the work week. This ritual lasted for my eight years of employment there.

The cup of tea has made a comeback in recent days. From spending my birthday last December being with pots of tea at the Warren Street Hotel. To the boxes of tea from Palais des Thés that my friend Umara gifted me for my birthday and Christmas gifts. The Advent Calendar had a bag of tea for every day that led up to Christmas Eve. The green and gold box added a dose of holiday spirit to my desk each morning.

I’m so grateful that I decided to re-introduce this ritual to my morning routine.

I need to find my moments of peace when I can in this hectic world that we live in. Having a cup of tea in the morning helps toward that goal.

Martial Arts. I’m not sure if I have mentioned this lately, but you mean absolutely everything to me.

As well as for many others, ever since I was a young child, you have always drawn me in. My love for you has only grown. Flourished honestly, and continues to do so.

I have prepared for much of life through your lessons. How to be relaxed, yet focused. To be confident, yet humble. When it is necessary to apply whichever trait needed. How to adapt, then flow. You supply a sensation no other activity or interest could replicate… at least for me.

When I am in motion, I feel whole. As if I am gliding. I tune and sync my entire being. To be a demonstration of the most sacred dance. A participant in the most serious play.

You are where I belong, where I feel at home. Regardless of any other interest I have or skill I have developed, you are my core. You resonate in my being. As a child, teenager, young man, and perhaps now more than ever, when I envision myself, I see you. You are who I am and always wanted to be. Thank you for always helping me find myself. For teaching me how to strengthen and defend my mind, body, and soul.

SO…. From the DEEPEST, PUREST, MOST GRACIOUS PART OF MY SOUL! Thank You So Much! Thank you for always being here.

With only Love, Respect, & Gratitude

From your Eternal Disciple,

Daniel Gualajara

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What’s “Love at first sight” for me, you wonder?
It’s the sight of seeing “the lineup” to my favorite musician.
It’s the squeal of “they’re coming to our town” heard across the room.
It’s the desire of “oh my gosh. I need to buy tickets.”
It’s the sensation of “tickets purchased” throughout the nervous system.
It’s the “can’t sleep” process the night before.
It’s the “day of” adrenaline rush that’s used as motivation to make the day go “faster.”
It’s the “beep” of ticket being scanned to enter the arena.
It’s the “look around of approval” that the night is going to be a good night.
It’s the “stop mid performance” to take every ounce of appreciation into vein.
It’s the “this is my song” moment that captures the mood of the night.
It’s the “adoration” of everyone singing just as loud as the person next to them.
It’s the “angelic sight” when everyone is just as relaxed as you are.
It’s the “heartache of knowing” the last song of the night was just sung.
It’s the “gratitude of the night” knowing it was a success.
It’s the “concert hangover” the next morning when reality sets back in.
It’s the “can not wait till next show” blues that settle in until the next show!

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My dearest words,

How could I ever thank you enough? You have been my most loyal companion, my truest confidant. With you, I shape my thoughts, unravel my emotions, and scatter pieces of myself across pages for the world to see.

I love the way you reveal my heart without hesitation, how you dance across paper in black and white yet bring a world of color to those who read you. I love how you whisper, shout, and sing—how you weave together moments, memories, and meaning with nothing more than letters strung in perfect harmony.

You demand attention not through force, but through feeling. You linger in minds, stir souls, and invite others to pause, to listen, to understand. You are the bridge between who I am and who I long to be—the echo of my voice when I cannot speak, the story I tell even when I don’t know the ending.

With every stroke of ink, every tap of a key, you allow me to express the inexpressible, to bring my inner world into the light. You are my power, my refuge, my way of making sense of it all.

And so, I love you. With every thought, every emotion, and every piece of myself I give to you, I love you.

Forever yours,
A writer in love with words

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Dear Anger,

I’ve been dishonest in my feelings for too long. I couldn’t stop loving you even if I tried. The level of intimacy that we share is unrivaled. My body knows you’ve arrived long before my brain does. You cause my hands to feel weightless as you cradle them warmly. Your voice is a melody that my ears never tire of. The taste of you spreads across my tongue into every crevice of my mouth. I can feel your spirit like a firecracker within my chest, threatening to make me come undone. When I breathe, I inhale your scent and exhale your passion. You challenge me in ways that I never dreamed possible. When I shirk and shy away from confrontation, your ardent embrace entices me to demand better. When I’m at a loss for words, you grant me yours, even if just for a moment. Your presence is commanding and frightening, and yet I wouldn’t know how to live without it. When something is unjust, it is you that calls for change. It’s one of my favorite things about you. I have to admit that you’re always on my mind, even when you probably shouldn’t be. I think of you in traffic, at work, and especially when I’m watching the news. More than anything, you push me to live my life outside of the bubble we share. You don’t feed into my codependent tendencies; instead, you motivate me to fight against them. You challenge me to consider all the options that I could pursue without you, even though we both know you’re always there for me when I need you. It’s comforting to know that even in my darkest moments, I can rely on your fiery spirit to brighten my path. You are my one true love. Everything I feel, I feel it because of you. You are difficult to love. Most people find you difficult to be around. You can be impatient, vulgar, and rude on your worst days. I’ve grown fond of calling you my unlovable lover in conversation. Sometimes I wish I didn’t love you because maybe then life would be a little easier, a little quieter, a little smaller. But you constantly remind me that love should be hard, loud, and large. I can’t promise much in this life, but I can promise you this; I will fight for your love every day the same way you fight for me. I love you, and I only hope everyone experiences the love I’ve been fortunate enough to share with you.

Your lover,

Makayla Judge

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Love it

Since the moment i saw you i fell in love
The age of 5 is where my mind goes watching All that at nick at night
At the age of 7-8 i would watch more channels and just couldn’t get my eyes off of the food channel
“bam ,bam” is the words i heard and the audience clapping right after it
Right before a commercial the show band will play doc gibs
It was chef Emeril lagasse i could not stop watching
He made me fall in love with the kitchen
Influencing my young self to make my first scrambled egg all by myself
Even though i was afraid of fire i still tackled that stove on medium low for a few minutes to cook the eggs
Food and music is a universal language on any occasion it soothes your soul from a birthday or attending a funeral
It is cold comfort food fro a reason
Learning that we have some many spices and seasonings other than salt and pepper
I would later on learn how to cook selfish ,chicken and other protein and just be so proud of myself
Impressing my mom and grandma with my dishes at a young age was the biggest pride
They can leave me alone at home and i will be fine i could cook for myself and sibling if i have to
My biggest pass time is in the kitchen whether it is with family or just trying out new dishes
Cooking is the coolest and most fun way to not only bond with someone but get to know their culture and likes /dislikes

My Dearest Cancer,

When I saw the prompt for this competition—Write a love letter to something, not someone—I knew immediately what I would choose. And I knew it would be controversial. A love letter to cancer? To the harbinger of suffering, the thief of time, the unwelcome guest in so many bodies? It’s a touchy subject, raw and untouchable for many, but for me, meeting you has been a love story—as odd as that may sound.

Not the kind that sweeps you off your feet, but the kind that guts you open, that forces you to see yourself in ways you never dared. You arrived without invitation, burrowing into the most private parts of me—my asshole, of all places—demanding attention, forcing my hand. If nothing else, you’ve got a sense of humor. At first, I braced for war. That’s what everyone told me to do—fight it, beat it, don’t let it win. But I have never been one to follow convention, or accept an easy narrative.

And I found something unexpected.

You became my permission slip. To grieve unapologetically. To cry without restraint, to let others witness my sorrow instead of tucking it away in the polite folds of I’m fine. You made my grief legible in a way my mother’s suicide and my father’s dementia never did. When I lost them, I learned how to disappear into my pain, how to mask my devastation in ways that made others comfortable. But you? You made it impossible to hide. You turned my suffering inside out, made it visible. And people—finally—saw me. They didn’t look away. They sat with me, showed up, and held space for my sorrow in ways I never allowed them to before.

You made my life urgent in a way that only cancer can, forcing me to take inventory of every choice, breath, and heartbeat. What is worth my time? Who do I love? How do I want to spend this one wild, unpredictable life?

I never wanted to beat you, not in the way others do. How could I fight something that has given me so much? Instead, I want to sit with and learn from you. You are the manifestation of all I have endured—trauma that settled into my bones, choices that I made with my body before I understood what they meant. You are not some foreign invader; you are a part of me, shaped by my past, by everything that has ever happened to me. And if I am to heal, I must first love you. Accept you.

You’ve made me take chances. Cracked me open a second time, made me braver, softer, more compassionate. You have shown me the art of forgiveness—not just for others, but for myself. You have sharpened my hunger for life, not in the vague, theoretical sense, but in the way my hands now linger on warm skin, the way I savor the taste of food, the way my laughter rises unrestrained, the way I say I love you first, without fear of how it lands.

You have given me the courage to write again. To pull my stories from the marrow of my experience and lay them bare. Without you, I might never have let my voice slip into the world in the way it was meant to. And maybe that is what you were always meant to do—not to silence me, but to make me louder.

And when you leave, as I hope you will, I will carry the lessons you’ve etched into me. I will cradle the urgency, clarity, and appreciation you’ve awakened. I’ll remember how you taught me to live as if every breath is borrowed, every sunrise a rare gift, every touch a tether to the divine.

I know someday we will have to part. You will fade, and I will go on. But there’s a small part of me that wants to hold onto the urgency you have given, the sharpened awareness of how precious, fleeting—miraculous my existence is.

And while I may have embraced you, I will not become your sycophant. I do not want to love you so much that I let you consume me. I will not bow to you or glorify you beyond your purpose. You have been my teacher, my reckoning, my reminder. But I won’t let you write the ending.

After all, all is fair in love and war—and I have chosen love.

You haven’t merely helped me answer the question of whether I want to live. You have shown me what it means to truly live. And when I think of you in the quiet of my solitude, I won’t curse your name but instead whisper a soft thank you.

And for that, for all of it, I love you.

With gratitude,
Rachel

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Meeting you was like winning the lottery. It was the best decision I ever made to become your girlfriend. Thank you for loving me for who I am and not wanting to change a thing about me. Thank you for helping me love myself more each day. You consistently go above and beyond, and you have been nothing but a blessing in my life. I’m grateful for you every day, in every moment.

Your touch, your scent, your smile, your eyes—everything about you is perfect to me. You are the most selfless, unique, outgoing, and loving person I have ever known. I remember the first time we met and our first conversation. I recall the moment you thought I was cute and when you asked me to be your girlfriend. It was in Central Park, and it was raining. We stood under a bridge, soaked, and you held me in your arms, asking, “Will you be my girlfriend?” It felt like a scene from a romcom.

I remember our first kiss and all the special moments we’ve shared. We have now been together for 992 days, and we continue to promise each other forever. With you, it truly feels like eternity. I remember when I first fell in love with you; it wasn’t love at first sight. I fell in love when you stayed with me at the hospital for ten hours. That’s when I knew you were different from other men I’ve known, and I love you for that.

People say that when you are truly with the right person, you start to look alike. That’s what I see in us. I love you, handsome, forever and always.

Dearest darling, my beloved,
You’re the one that I most covet.
For all your strength, you can be sweet,
And nothing else can quite compete.
You’re hot, you’re cool but always smooth.
My wrangled feelings you can soothe,
But you can also energize,
And have, indeed, opened my eyes
In ways impossible without
Your potent aid, I have no doubt.
Sometimes, you have a hint of spice,
And yet, I think, you’re awfully nice.
When we’re together, whilst I sup,
I feel I can just drink you up.
So, coffee, coffee, Valentine,
Fill up my cup and, please, be mine.

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To the thing that gives me life, the energy within everything that is. My love for you transcends all dimensions, time, and space. I have always felt love for you, but it took me a while to understand you. Growing up, others taught me that your love was conditional and if I was not obedient, then it would no longer be there, but I never believed that. So instead, I let your love live inside of me until I understood it for myself.
You are the reason for life on Earth and the feelings within my body. Because of you, the wind blows and the sun shines. I can feel sadness while also feeling joy, fear while also feeling courage. You are the reason I feel immense peace when staring at the sky. There are no conditions for your love because you are just that: love. The intensity you carry brings people together; creates life on Earth; brings purpose.
Your love is what we are here to find and connect with. A journey that is made specifically for you. Everything always comes back to you. My heart skips a beat thinking of how intense my love for you is because it is simply all that I am. I long for a greater awareness that your love exists and for those to feel it the way I do, because it is what keeps me going. I will dedicate my entire life to sharing my love for you with those around me. My purpose is to show others they can also feel the same love for you as I do.
Universe, you are the reason I live and I would simply not exist without you. Continue sharing your love with me because it is the best feeling I have ever felt. It is strong enough to move mountains and create miracles, but we must accept it. My greatest accomplishment is letting you into my heart, and you will forever be there with me. I love you Universe.
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Dear Coffee,

I just had to tell you how much I love you. I’m so glad you’re a part of my life. Every day, I Wake up just knowing we will be together. You smell so good to me. How you do it, I’ll never know. My lips can’t wait for you to be against them. Your taste is so luscious for me. I can’t get enough of you. Your Aroma fills my room, and it makes me want you even more.

You, baby, are the best I’ve ever had. When I wake up in the mornings, I love knowing you’re there for me, willing and ready to fill feel my every desire. You make my heart skip a beat. Your bold, robust taste is attractive. You are my heart’s delight. I love it when we go out together early in the morning, just before sunrise. I caress you gently against my lips. As the sun rises. As I look down at you, all hot and steamy. And all I can think about is how good my day is going to be. I think about you all day and can never get you off my mind. You’re the one for me. There is no other. I will meet you later at the coffee shop. Until then, your favorite set of lips.

I love you today tomorrow and forever yours truly, coffee girl

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