Dear Jerome (Merome) (Dear Mitch)

9th March 2022

Dear Jerome,

Our birthdays are up again. Mine passed days ago. Yours is today. Happy Birthday for that! I saw an Instagram picture from Louise that had a cake and a baby, and all I can say is that you should consider yourself lucky if you finish the cake without hearing a cry.

Your child has been born. Your daughter. She shares the same birthday as me. Funny that. Maybe she was your birthday present to me this year. She certainly felt like it, when I got a surprise after I logged onto Twitter. I even made sure to drop a congratulatory Tweet that would get lost in the others.

All I heard from you was that she was two weeks late, and you'll release her name to the adoring fans later, but I was forwarded a few extra images from Preston and Lachlan, and an official, confirmed name. Taylor Michelle Aceti.

Michelle.

Jerome, you're a douche, and I don't mean shower.

You named your daughter after me! Don't deny it, we both know it is so true. You've called me Michelle on multiply occasions, and I even let you do my make-up and put me in a wig and dress for one of them (no high heels though, or else we've have wounded more than my pride and dignity) before showing me off to the cameras. I guess I was just something amusing?

She seems like she has your attitude. Smiling, or looks like it, anyway. And there's already this look behind her eyes. Maybe I'm just imagining it, but I see both of us in her, even if my DNA isn't in her blood.

I'm also surprised you quit YouTube to become an accountant. If anything, I'd have guessed that you'd become a stripper! I mean, no one looks as good as you when shirtless, and those abs. Plus, I know I'd pay to see you ;D AND YOU USED TO TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF ALL THE TIME, SO YOU MAY AS WELL GET PAID FOR IT, AMIRITE?

Okay, I'm kidding. I actually don't want to encourage you using your body as a method to recieve payment.
My birthday was great, thanks for asking. I took a flight back to Canada and spent a few days with Mat, and gave him some crap over NoochZahHutt. What can I say? I'm a fan of it at heart, and that ship has seriously taken off in the past few years. It may even be the new Merome.

Just kidding, no one can replace our love... in the Endstone...

It's like the dragon did come and rip you away from me. Just make the dragon represent love. They say love brings people together, but in our case, it tore us apart. We used to be so close, but it's like you were never in my life anymore. Is this what being one of your fangirls is like? Having a kind of love for you, but never actually getting to see you. Lack of communication. The quiet voice saying that you'll never actually care and that it is all a show?

I know you better than that. I know it's a lie.

Prove to me I'm right. That's all I want.

Prove to me that the years we spent recording together means more to you than this. That you don't just find it easy to throw away, put a lock on it, and feel nothing. Where is the Bacca who was the epitome of emotions? Where his name was almost synonymous with kindness and humour. Where is the Bacca who would use his arsenal of jokes to brighten the days of millions, even if his own were darkened?

Where are you?

I was listening my way through songs when I found this one. It's by some band called Avalanche City. It dates back to 2015 (I had to go there, I love the song too much/it relates too well) and is called 'Inside Out'.

Here's the first verse and chorus:

We are coming last baby this is all done
We've put us through the tests and we failed each one
So I'm cleaning out the back seat getting my stuff
Please stop me when I leave but I know that you won't

And this is inside out
I want the best but our love is lost
And this is inside out
I want you here but all we have is gone
And this is inside out
I want the best but our love is lost
And this is inside out
I want you here but all we have is gone

Sounds familiar, doesn't it? The tests of our friendship, and it's sunk. I cleaned out my house, and left. You didn't even try to stop me. We did want the best, but there was nothing to hold onto anymore, and I think the last line is obvious. We share nothing anymore, other than memories.

And even those start to fade.

Love you long time,
Mitch.

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Amber