The Way We Were, by Michael Davis

by Michael Davis on April 11th, 2008 at 11:46 am
Posted In: News

Memories… light the corners of my mind, misty water-colored memories… of the way we were…

Dear DC,

It”s been a while. How are you? I know I am the last person you expected to hear from. I did tell you I would call in a day or so. I’m a bit late. It’s been what, 15 years?

I hear you are dating. How is Wildstorm? I know he’s very attractive but I didn’t think you were into pretty boys. But having met him, I’ve realized he is very smart and accomplished. It hurt for a while and it still does. But if you are happy, I’m happy.

Listen, I know this is not my place, but I hear your child Vertigo has been doing some strange things and you may want to get her some help. There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it. Word on the street is Vertigo is a freak and I’m not talking about the circus kind. No, she’s what Rick James would call a Super Freak. She goes places where no one else would. She does things that are just downright…I can’t say it but I think you know what “it” is. I tell you all this because I just wanted to let you know I still keep tabs on you; I still care about you and yours.

Things are OK with me these days. I’ve done some good things over the last 15 years. I often think about what would have happened if I could have done some of those things with you. Do you think of me? Maybe a little? Maybe a teeny-weeny little bit? I’d like to think so.

Look, I have to get something off my chest. That was me that called you a few years ago at 2 AM and asked “What are you wearing?” I am so sorry, I was drunk and I missed you. Yeah, after we broke up I started drinking. I know, bad idea. Look you know the effect you have on people. I could have ended up on a crack pipe but I was strong…that and I couldn’t stop coughing.

Regardless of what went on between us, I have always told people how great you are, I still do. If you would just talk to me, I bet we can work things out. Remember how we used to laugh? I never once told people how you hurt me, and hurt me you did. I know I made mistakes also, but when I did I said I was sorry. When you caught me in bed with Dark Horse, it wasn’t because I didn’t care about you. She listened to me. I needed that. Yes, I’m still with her, can you blame me? Dark Horse held me close, and let me in.

Look – I know you know that I have been with others but so have you. My goodness everywhere I go I hear about you and all those you have been with. You seem to like new things. A LOT of new things I hear. So don’t you dare think of me as loose. I’m willing to bet you have been with a lot more than I have and I hear some of them are Butt Ugly!

I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from.

Remember Milestone? Remember how good we were together? Remember all the talented people I brought you? Remember Wasteland? Remember ETC…eh…forget ETC, that’s not important.

You know I am a proud man but here I am bearing my soul for all to see. How much do I miss you? Let me count the ways.

1. I wrote this letter.
2. I haven’t stalked you.

3. I have not put those photos (you remember those pictures) on the net.

4. I wrote you a poem:

A long time ago in a place not too far away

I fell in love with you and asked if I could stay

Through good times and bad we were true

I”ve made mistakes and so did you

I know it seems like I think it’s all about me

But sometimes I close my eyes and I softly whisper… DC

Let’s you and I begin a new day

Let’s come together,

Up, up and away!

Walt Whitman, eat your heart out.

I know there have been others in your life that has disagreed with you and somehow you managed to work things out. I’m still who I was but I am older and wiser and just as cute. I’m willing to do what needs to be done to make this work within reason.

I told you when we were together I was not going to let you bring a third party into our relationship, but how do we build a new relationship with a closed mind? The answer is, you don’t.

OK – how’s this; it’s been a long time since we were together and you have no idea what I can do. Let’s see if I can make you happy if I can’t then we can talk about bringing in a third party. But she better be cute…and Asian. I hope we can at least talk about where we are in our lives and move on from there. I know you don’t like to hear it, but I miss you. I miss us.

Love,
Michael

(Still your Pookie Wookie)

P.S. I still have your jacket. it smells like you.

P.S.S. You complete me.

Michael Davis is a Hollywood media mogul who carries a torch.