For the two weeks until the election I will be posting an open letter every day using the prompts from CAPTAINEVERLAND to provide something nice at a time of heightened conflict and division.
Dear Elizabeth (because using an Old Hollywood reference isn’t just as obvious as using your real name…),
Maid of honour at a wedding that is never going to happen, and one of a few limited edition people who can go away and I will not fear I lost them (still give me a call, there is so much to say).
I hope you’re not campaigning in heels, you crazy woman. It’s been a bit empty with my own room by myself, although I can sleep on my side of the bed which is obviously great.
I’ve been wondering whether to write this open letter to you or someone else because the things I really want to tell you I can’t say in something that will be read by probably hundreds of people minus you, but it felt as bad a betrayal as something worthy of the plot of House of Cards so basically I’m just going to talk and probably not say anything meaningful because even being vague seems like being too specific and I don’t betray confidence. So I hope to make you laugh, rather than tell you sappy lines that nobody else needs to hear. Time is going to fly and I’ll see you soon and I can be as sappy as it’s necessary over Chinese food, bubbly and 80s comedies or something. Speaking of which, ship me my birthday present before you leave, I’ll wait for you to be here to open it but that way you’re not going to forget it again.
To be honest, I think that we should maybe not dress in a gown again, but still put on something stunning and have another birthday party so I can open it in public and maybe pretend it’s actually my birthday and get someone cute to buy us drinks. How does that sound? We still haven’t been to Maggie’s Club, although to be honest they should send us an invitation and have us jump the queue so it’s probably a good thing to snob them. Seriously though, we need a proper dance off after the disastrous TOWIE experience back in January. Again, thank you for coming with me and braving that horrible club and my subsequent horrible mood for the best part of the night. I really don’t deserve you. Oh, gosh, I went sappy after all. Seriously though, I know I’m horrible and self-centred and absolutely the biggest idiot on earth for so many different reasons, and you put up with it, the whole lot of drama at conference and the rest really. It’s been an intense (almost a) year, with all the stuff that happened, but while there are things I wish didn’t happen, I wouldn’t have it any other way than with you. I can’t believe we have to be indebted to Joe for our friendship, like I mean of all the people on earth…(love you, Joe <3). Thank you for trusting me to be part of this year of your life and I hope the rest of it. I’m probably repeating what I said in your birthday card, although being an open letter there’s the chance everyone else will read it but you so you probably won’t even notice. But if you are reading this, remember my birthday present.
Love you to bits,