The 2021 Love Letter to Your Thesis competition was the biggest yet, with so many incredible entries! Here is the winning letter in the new category “Most Bittersweet” from Rob Rulach…

>>To: thesis@glasgow.ac.uk

>>From: 231407o@student.glasgow.ac.uk

>>Sent: 07 Oct 2018, 0300 +0 GMT

Dearest Thesis,

I don’t have a rational reason for writing to you now, but I just can’t keep it in, so I’m afraid you’re just going to have to hear it. I’ve been trying to get to sleep but my mind has been racing for the past 4 hours and I don’t think I can sleep without telling you.

Since we met, almost by chance, 3 months ago, you’ve been taking over my thoughts. I find myself thinking about you every second, waiting at the bus stop, chatting in the pub, cooking dinner. And I’m excited by you. You were so mysterious, always waiting in the shadows, while I flirted with others. I feel a bit silly that I didn’t recognise you earlier, and that this didn’t happen sooner. And what is this, you may ask.

I think I love you.

O xx

 

>>To: thesis@glasgow.ac.uk

>>From: 231407o@student.glasgow.ac.uk

>>Sent: 15 Jun 2019, 1322 +1 GMT 

Hey-o Theseus! 

Yesterday was so much fun! I mean this honestly, and don’t take this the wrong way, I never expected you to be so interesting. It’s like every time we talk, I scratch the surface, and there’s just so much more that you’ve not told me. I love it how bashful you are, with your cheeky shrug - you’re keeping me on a string, you know that? 

I just feel so lucky to have met you. I can’t wait to see what the next two years bring. 

O xx

>>To: thesis@glasgow.ac.uk

>>From: 231407o@student.glasgow.ac.uk

>>Sent: 25 April 2020, 2235 +1 GMT

Thesis!!!!!!!!

For God’s sake, can you just drop it?! I knew inviting you in was a risk in the middle of a pandemic lockdown, but I thought we were ready. It’s just getting stupid now. All day every day, it’s always the same. You ask me the same questions and I just don’t know – and NEWSFLASH - I’m not going to know. Not now, not ever. FFS it’s always you you you. You never ask me how I’m doing, what’s happening in my world. WE are the MIDDLE of a Venn diagram, not just one big circle.

 

Look sorry, I don’t mean to come across like this, I’m just stressed out. I still love you, you know that. It’s just that I feel suffocated. Give me some space to breathe.

Love

O xx

>>To: thesis@glasgow.ac.uk

>>From: 231407o@student.glasgow.ac.uk

>>Sent: 08 Jan 2022, 0947 +0 GMT

Dear Thesis,

I know the last few weeks have been tough. I’m sorry if I shouted at you, I’m sorry if I swore at you. You don’t deserve that. I want you to be the best version of you, and me to be the best version of me. I thought that would happen when we started going out. I thought it would happen naturally, that we would grow into each other. Instead, it feels like I’m always making the effort, and you’re always criticising me. I hate it that we’ve become THAT couple – bickering all the time about small things.

I’ve thought long and hard about what to do next. I just don’t think we can go on together. I still love you, I think I always will, but also I know you too much, too intensely. And passion like ours is unsustainable.

The last three years have been incredible. Thank you so much, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You have made me a better person in so many ways, but I have to go now.

Love always,

O xx