A Message For Michelle

A letter that I never sent...

Dearest Michelle,

 

Before you ask how I've been holding up, I want you to know that I'm just fine. I figured you'd ask because you've always been so warm and selfless. And yes, that's me being sarcastic, I know you always loved that about me. Maybe we can take this opportunity for you to get a few things out in the open since I'm convinced that our entire stint was just one big ongoing lie. First things first: I used to ponder whether or not that magic number of yours that at one time brought you to tears found a way to climb higher when monogamously speaking, it was supposed to stay frozen. Just say it so that I have some closure. Was my lust just not enough for you? Did you dispose of those twelve upside down roses to the right  of your bed that were saturated in dust because you found another hand puppet to play with? Was it the guy whose name started with a C, or maybe the guy whose name started with an S? This is just getting confusing now. I just really hope that my eyes were the only ones to see the things that were unveiled to me on the fourteenth day of February.

 

I want you to know Michelle that I no longer listen to our song from "Juno" that we used to love. Because I used to not be able to see what anyone could see in anyone else but you, but my shades have since been lifted, and now I can. I also no longer think that that song that the Beatles wrote about you is beautiful. I actually find it to be dull and stupid.

 

I was just thinking of something funny. Do you remember that endless night we shared together on the floor of your bathroom because I was too afraid to leave you alone? Even that night wasn't severe enough to stop you from spitting obscenities at me when all I was trying to do was take care of you. It's ok though. Did you mean to say "thank you" instead? I know sometimes you can mix your words up without realizing it. Tell me, how did you decide whether Jekyll or Hyde was making an appearance once the bottle was flipped upside down, and how come you had to be inebriated to make those three dangerous words sound sincere? I always treated you like gold Michelle, and I was just your rusty bracelet that you so securely had wrapped around your wrist. I really should have gotten out of the fire when I could. But c'mon, this was my first rodeo. I was oblivious to the fact that you had plans to leave me for dead. Was I wrong to wonder wheather or not this was normal and we were just going through the motions?

 

I know the core of our back and forths concentrated on all of your green days that you never told me about, but I always knew. I was with you long enough to know that you were always sweet enough to have anything that I disapproved of on the top of your to-do list. Let me just tell you that I know I was never good enough for you, but I did try. Looking back on it, you were my blessing in disguise. So for putting me out of my misery, I thank you. And to whom it may concern, I ask that there be no clapping of the hands at the conclusion of these syllables that you have just read. For nothing involving Michelle is worthy of even the dimmest of ovations.

 

Sincerely,

T. Val

Author's Note

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Reviews

[EMMIE]

Feels like you are being very open and honest with yourself...I wonder why you never sent it (if this is autobiographical). Having "balls" doesn't make you man and I hate that so many people out there cannot seem to comprehend that. Interesting, you had me from start to finish.

[T. Val]

Thanks so much for reading

[Denise D. Aggen]

I could feel your strong emotions straight through the whole letter. Good job.

[T. Val]

Thank you so much!

[Charlène Boutin]

The emotion is felt all the way through. Thanks for sharing, and good write :)

[T. Val]

Thank you!

[MandaBear]

Good write. :) I enjoyed reading this

[T. Val]

Thanks!

[Aeneas Barton]

This is brilliant! You tell the audience much without flat out stating what happened, but you give us enough of an idea (e.g. bottle upside down, three words) I enjoyed how instead of valentine's day it was the fourteenth day as well. Does a good job of conveying the bitterness. When talking about the music, and not liking it anymore it reminds me a bit of 500 Days of Summer, where he started to hate a song too. As Gabrielle pointed out, it is indeed 'whether or not' as weather has to do with climate, and whether is in dealing with alternatives. On a final note.... if this letter is non-fiction, I would recommend it be sent.

[T. Val]

Thank you so much. I have never seen 500 days of summer, but maybe now I will :)

[Black Rose]

Really good work!
Thanks for sharing.

[T. Val]

Thanks!

[gabrielle]

Dearest T. Val,
If i were michelle, i'll probably smash this letter into your mouth. ..^_^..
But i must say that there's lot of raw emotions in here.
On line five, i noticed that you wrote "ponder weather or not" i think that should be "whether or not." This is one of the most entertaining letters i've read so far. I enjoyed it and thank you for sharing it.

[T. Val]

Thank you Gabrielle.

[olla]

a lot of passion here.. I wonder how you might write it now.. if you were to rewrite it.. as a writer.. and not as an impassioned young lover..

[T. Val]

Thank you for your review. To be honest with you, this was written 4 years after things ended.

[Lover Of Words]

Very good! Nice!

[T. Val]

Thank you!