book club // michael clifford

letter 12.

dear michael,

i like it,

your name.

i always used to think that michael,

was a nice name,

so many 'nick names',

but instead of mike,

or mikey.

i like gordon.

so that's what i'm going to call you from now on,

something that only i say,

that way,

it holds a lot more meaning.

and well,

i suppose i should give you around of applause.

not many people would have guessed my name so quickly,

not that i've done this before or anything,

don't worry,

this is our thing gordon.

and hunny,

i'm so happy for you,

that the voices have stopped,

mine are slowly fading.

i still hear them though,

but they're not as bad as they were,

and that's thanks to you.

i'll just like to say,

that one day,

we will do that.

run away in the sunset,

tell each other our stories,

and fall asleep into each others arms.

i don't know how long we'll last,

maybe a week,

a month,

a year,

an infinity?

but what i do know,

is that every moment i spend with you,

i will cherish.

because you make me feel happy again.

now,

grow some balls and come over here,

i can't wait any longer!

i'm not expecting a letter back because hopefully,

we'll be talking face to face,

talking about our favorite bands,

while eating ice cream.

(hint, perfect for a first date)

so until then gordon,

yours sincerely,

rose

x

p.s

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