Dear Angel (Michael Sutthakorn)

Seven

Dear Michael,

We grew up together after that. We had our ups and downs. We even split up for a while when we were 22 and 23 and you started a little rebound relationship that ended badly and made us realise how much we needed each other and how much we just could not stay apart for long. You won my heart back by proposing when we were at the tender age of 23 and 24 but in all truth my heart was always yours and was always going to be. I remember looking down at your nervous face and trembling hands as you got down on one knee and told me how much you loved me. I hope you remember as well as I do. Please don't ever forget that night. The way the moon shone through the empty theatre as I walked alongside the row of seats towards the stage looking for my friend. How you lit the candle and the flames danced and caressed your shape. How you were kneeling, surrounded by rose petals in this dark empty theatre, the candle the only light apart from the moon, holding your guitar. I loved how you sang to me as I made my way up the stage towards you. Do you remember what you sang? It was Little Things by One Direction, a song I'd come to love once again recently after listening to some old favourites. I loved how your Irish accent was more obvious than ever because you'd been spending some time back at your family home the last few months. I loved how there were tears in your eyes as you stood up as I arrived, finishing your song just as I brought my lips to yours for the first time in a whole year to that very day. I will never forget the words you said as you put down your guitar and looked into my eyes. Do you remember what you said? It sounded like it was something you'd rehearsed nervously in front of the mirror time and time and time again.

"I was a fool." You began, "I'm so sorry and if I could erase this past year I would without missing a beat. I was blinded by my own stupidity. I don't even know what we argued about. But what I do know, all too clearly, is the emptiness I've felt ever since I left and how much it hurts me to be without you." At this point, remember, you took a box from your back pocket and got down on one knee. "If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, It would mean the world to me if you'd be my princess." You produced a ring and I practically threw myself onto you and kissed you fiercely with a whisper of "Yes. Yes. A million times yes."