dear michael

Dear Michael,

Remember the first day we knew we were in love? I do.

You took me out to the ball. You knew how old fashioned I was. You also knew how much I loved singing to Bobby Darin in my polka dot dress with my hair up in a big bun, but it was just for some fun though. They were fun times. I enjoyed and fulfilled every moment with you, Michael.

Everything has changed, now. I don't often listen to Elvis Presley like I used to, or go out to the midnight stars listening to Sam Cooke in my red car, parked up on some unknown dirt road. I enjoyed and fulfilled every moment of it in that car, Michael.

You'd be happy to know that I've gained at least some people's trust after I set someone's truck on fire, 'y know. And that someone was Jack, by the way. He used to bully me a lot when I was a kid. But I always told him he got what was coming to him and that I'd have revenge on him someday. I'm sorry if I let you down, Michael.

Well I have to go, for now anyway's. Speak to you soon.

-Me. ♥