book club // michael clifford

letter 11.

dear you.

i suppose we do have a lot more in common they ay?

we like the same bands,

hear the same voices,

have the same built walls.

and i may have knocked your walls down,

like you have mine,

but baby,

i can assure you,

it's good thing,

fucking fantastic if you ask me.

not just because i don't feel alone anymore,

but because recently,

since these letters they've stopped.

the voices,

well almost all of them.

there's this one voice that i picture as yours,

in a good way don't worry.

i picture us running away into the sunset,

and falling asleep into each others arms,

underneath the shinning stars,

as we tell each other stories we've told no one else before.

ironic isn't it?

that i can picture our future together,

when i haven't even got the balls to come over to you.

but i know,

it won't be long,

until i finally get to hold you close,

and whisper sweet things into your ear.

the urge is too strong to hold back anymore,

i'm just waiting for the perfect moment.

ooo,

how could i forget the clues?

seriously get your shit together dude.

i've been asking for what seems like forever to know your name,

and when you finally agree,

i forget?

wow ok.

anyway,

so you've got a tattoo,

on your wrist of your name,

but not?

i must say i didn't really see you as a girl,

who likes riddles.

but considering you signed of your last name,

as 'flower girl',

i'm guessing that your name is,

daisy?

poppy?

rose?

rose.

that's it!

oh my gosh,

how could i not have guessed sooner?

the red lipstick,

cherry looking nail varnish,

the way your letters always give of a blow of rose scented perfume?

i love it.

they way it fits you so perfectly well,

so beautiful,

but yet so delicate,

where one wrong touch could break you in half.

but rose sweetheart,

i would never break you.

and since i know your name,

it's only fair for you to know mine.

my name,

is very boring,

no meaning behind it,

it's michael.

michael gordon clifford.

sincerely,

michael hearts rose.

x

p.s

i hope so,

i hope together,

we can place the pieces in the right places,

i guess there's only one way to find out right?