Author: Obscurite-Asile PM
Florence is leaving and leaves a letter to Emily. Read what she/he writes.Rated: Fiction K - English - Friendship/Romance - Words: 470 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-23-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7109461
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I'm sorry for calling you be your real name, I know you hate it but we can't pretend to be something we're not. You're a man, so am I. Our stupid wigs and frilly frock does not change what we actually are. You must understand that.
I can't believe you dragged me into all this nonsense. Yes, I had been in drag several times before but never in public. Back then I was nervous about the whole thing, scared about what others may think. Then I met you, well, Florence. I couldn't believe someone was so courageous. You did what I was too scared to do. To not give a toss what anyone else thought and just stuck with who you were and who you wanted to be. We became friends and just like that, you created Florence.
You stuck by me as I discovered who I really wanted to be. You weren't afraid to seen with me and even protected me from all those haters. I'll never forget the time you terrorized those punks in the park. I never properly thanked you for that. Thank you. You are a brave, strong man but not a woman.
You've isolated yourself from reality with Emily, thinking she can protect you from what you can't deal with. Think of your family. What does Tommys friends think? You have to be a proper father to him and Adam. We...We need to grow up and be a man.
Me and Maureen are moving away but I can't tell you where. We had a fun time together but perhaps it's best to go different paths. I'm sorry but it needs to be this way. There can't be any temptation to go back into our silly characters. Maureen had given my stuff to charity. Don't know why, who would want all that crap?
There is one more thing I need to tell you but I don't know how. I wish I could tell you this in person but
I'll never have the opportunity. You see, I love you. I love every little thing about you. Your gutsy attitudes, your quirky feminine charm, even your little obsession with Broadway. I will always think of you when I see 'Wicked'. The problem is, I don't know who I love. Eddie or Emily?
Please don't hate me for doing this. I'm just scared. I don't even know what of anymore. All I know is I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to be a freak. But please, remember this. I love you, always have and always will. Have a good life. I'll miss you.