yourfavoritedirector:

Dearest Dearest,

You’re my best friend, and I know you’re busy, but I haven’t heard from you recently and it’s kind of hard on me. I recently mailed you a large, very expensive gift. I feel a little awkward asking, but… did you receive it? When I saw it at Christie’s Auction House, I knew I had to get it for you in spite of the cost. I hope you’re silence isn’t because you thought it too extravagant. I suppose it’s possible it was lost or damaged in shipping or held up in customs… Maybe I’m overthinking it?

You also haven’t responded to any of the letters I sent you. Perhaps they were just too long? I’m sorry if I overshare or pour my heart out too much. Maybe I come across as too needy? Do you find me cloying? Does my attention smother you? You know I’ve never been very good with people. Or animals. I’m not great with plants or appliances either, to be honest. (But I don’t have to tell you that after the incident with the fern and the crockpot.)

Anyway, I’ll keep this short. PLEASE write back! I can’t help worrying about you. After sending the gifts and the novel-length letters and the numerous candy grams and voicemails and texts and DMs and Snaps I sent you, not hearing back has me worried. Are you okay? Have you been incapacitated? Incarcerated? Incontinent? I just want you to know, whatever it is, I’m always here for you. I’m here to lend a hand, pay your bail, or change your diaper. Consider me your sounding board and your shoulder to cry on. Lean on me until my back hurts.

Please write me back. (Or call or text: (323) 521-9159)

I miss you terribly.

-Misha

P.S. it’s World Poetry Day. So, here’s a poem I wrote for you:

Good morning

This morning, for no reason,
Or maybe for some territorial primate reason,
I felt compelled to open the front door from the living room
And survey my yard and street and waking neighborhood.
I stepped into the shadow of the porch roof
The line of early sunlight
Cut just across my bare feet.
The manzanita leaves reflecting to a morning breeze
Down the block a banging, rolling
Delivery truck door.
Without thinking
Feet on the cold concrete
I said out loud “I love you world.”
Standing on my stoop.

I texted, just out of curiosity, but maybe now I’ll call to hear the voicemail as well…lol