The Emerald City

a letter from the past

Posted in letters,life,love,relationships by Scaramouche on 27 May, 2008

27 May 08

Dear Angel,

This is you. Er… me. This is 17-year-old Angel in the year 2008, writing to the Angel I will be in the future. I wonder if I’ll ever look back on these words someday. And I am sure that I’ll read this opening paragraph and not know what the HELL I’m blathering about. I’ll tell you what I’m blathering about, man! (do I still get that reference?)

It is, as noted above, the 27th of May. Today is BEAUTIFUL. The sun is shining with all his might, the clouds are all white and floating lazily, puffily, through the blue sky. The trees are an ecstasy of green. And I’ve decided that it’s true what they say about spring — it is the time when one’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

For I am in love. His name is ___ ______. [not for the world to see] His skin is luminous and soft, his eyes are five shades swirled together, his voice is gold, and he writes music in a tapestry of wonder and magnificence. He is my lover in every sense of the word. He is magic.

My reason for writing this letter, then is simple. I am writing to ask if you remember that boy. If you think back on these days with fondness, bitterness, regret, sorrow, anger… hate? I am writing to ask what the end of our story is. Do our dreams come true in the end and send me happily ever after with my Prince Charming? Or do I forget him? Does this love that I treasure more than anything else end up as just one more forgotten photograph buried deep in the cardboard boxes of my memory, one more old boyfriend to scoff at and mock for all his imperfections?

I’m writing you, my future self, to know these things. And, to implore you, never EVER leave this boy. Angel, he is the best thing to ever happen to you and if you leave him then I will kill you.

He is the best thing to ever happen to you. Don’t you DARE let him go. Don’t you DARE.




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  1. Angel from the Future said,

    Dear Angel of 2008:

    So I took your/our advice.

    Now living in a trailer park in Squished Dog Nuts, Arizona. Can’t sing because my voice is sore from yelling at the triplets. And they aren’t half the trouble the other four are!

    You were right about Old “Lumionous Skin” being magic. Now if my lawyer can find where he DISAPPEARED to with my car, twenty-two thousand dollars and a pair of strippers named Anna-belle and May-belle, that would be an even better trick!

    To our credit hon, we never left him. So you won’t be gunning for me.

    Sad to say the same can’t be said for him what with: six law enforcement agencies, two biker gangs, Anna and May’s father (did I mention they were underage?) a whole slew of bill collectors and our high school math teacher who wants him to retake a Trig test from back in 2008.

    Angel of the Future

    P.S. At least we still look freaking hot!!!

  2. Scaramouche said,

    Dear Angel of the Past,

    This is Angel of 2010. Nineteen years old. Dating a lovely redhead. Luminous Skin turned out to be kind of a jackass. As, apparently, were you back then. Thank God I evolved past this silliness. Bozo.

    Angel of the Present.

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