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"He took my shawty, he took my girl! He took the any and everything out my world! He took my heart from me, he took my soul!" She let The Dream finish the rest of the song from there. She looked around the room and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror then sat down to her desk with some stationary and her favorite pen and began to ink out a letter to the person who she finally realized was most important to her.
Dear Michele,
I've known you for about 21 years now. My God where has all this time gone? I watched you grow up and I can't express enough how proud I am of the beautiful woman you have become. You are smart and clever. You are understanding and caring and honest. You carry yourself so well and you deserve all of the success that you are experiencing. I'm just sad that I couldn't be there for you the way you needed me to be. You needed me to be strong and I failed as your rock. I was supposed to protect you and I wouldn't be your bullet proof vest. I let you down, I fell asleep on my watch and for that I am deeply sorry. You came to me in confidence and I brushed you off. You asked me if you should trust and I ignored you. You asked me if you were being taken advantage of and I told you not to over react. You asked me if you were taken for granted and I told you to not be so dramatic. When I got over myself and came to comfort you, you pushed me away and I deserved that. I only hope that you can forgive me and give me the opportunity to be there for you the way I should have been to start with. If I could take it all back I would, but I can't so I won't waste time dwelling on that. I pray that this doesn't change your outlook on life and others. You are love, you give love and I love you.
Sincerely With Love,
Michele
"You got me walking on the moon. It's something you do, that's got me walking on the moon." He sang right along with The Dream even though he may actually be the worst singer of all time, it didn't matter because he was feeling the music. He sat down on the bed and looked around the room. There was a lot on his mind so he pulled out his phone to start a new text but decided this was worth more than thumb typed message. He searched for a sheet of paper and pen. His room was a disaster, so it took a while to find the afore mentioned items. Once he had acquired them he stretched out on the bed and began to write.
Dear Michele,
It's been a while since we last spoke, but I can honestly say that I've thought about you every day since we last talked. Life is so different for me now, not to mention that my room looks like Katrina came through this biznite. Since you haven't been around I haven't found much reason to keep it decent, I only ever picked up because I knew you liked it better when I did, even though you never said it, I could tell. Even though you never said it I could tell you were disappointed in me, well you were disappointed in the person you thought I was, because I never had the courage to be myself. I never had the courage to be myself around anyone let alone you. I led you to believe that I was someone totally different and when I could no longer keep up the charade I dismissed it as if I had done nothing wrong. I was a jerk and for that I am sorry. I deceived you and for that I apologize. You told me that I had stopped giving you reasons to care and for that I am grateful. I am grateful for your complete honesty and I realized in that moment that I had done nothing to deserve compassion from you. It is because of you that I am a better man now and a better person. I hope that you will allow me to introduce you to this better man and we can start over. You deserve to be swept off your feet and shown things that you've never seen and I pray to be the one who does it for you. If I'm not afforded the opportunity I understand, but if you asked I would pull down a cloud for you and I would circle the stars and bring you one back. ( I wish I had thought of that on my own but you and the Dream are better at making colorful phrases than I am, they may not be my own words but they are definitely my own feelings.)
Sincerely,
Sean
Two days later she checked her mail with no anticipation. "Junk, junk, junk..." Sean's letter was peaking from behind one of those packs of coupons you get that where the coupons are all for establishments that wouldn't get your business on your most bored day out. "What could he possibly want, what could he really have to say?" She went in the house and threw all the mail on the bed. She grabbed her remote and blasted her stereo. This time it was Kelly Clarkson who sang through the speakers; "Never Again" was the song and Michele danced in the mirror for the next three and a half minutes. The song ended and she stared at the envelope that housed Sean's letter.