A Letter That Changed Her Life

A Letter That Changed Her Life

Dear Supermegabrain,

By the time you read this I will be out of touch, at least via the telephone. I know you’re sitting there with your brow furrowed and wondering “Why Seeley, would you be out of touch?” Well, unfurrow your brow; I’m going to tell you.

They’re sending me to the Middle East.

Please, Sara, please don’t panic. I’m part of a special unit, and I’ll mostly be out of harm’s way.

I really tried to call you to tell you, but you’re out there in California, being all smart with your Master’s degree from Berkley, and well, I’m here on the East Coast (well, as you read this the Middle East somewhere), and it’s something I really felt I should tell you face to face.

Except that every time I picked up the phone, every time I’d get half-way through dialing, I’d hang up. I just couldn’t stand to hurt you by making you worry without telling you everything I wanted you to know.

So, since I couldn’t get out to see you before being deployed, I’ve opted to inform you of a few truths via this letter.

You are a genius. Honest to goodness, certified, card carrying genius.

Yes, I know I told you that all the time when we were back in school, but some of the things you can do with your brain, well, you amaze me.

Plus I saw your Mensa card one night, hence the card carrying.

You’re also clueless.

I’ve never seen someone so beautiful be so dense about it. The guys were falling all over themselves every time you crossed the threshold of the frat house, but you just called out my name and got down to studying. Didn’t you ever notice how they made it a point to bring us snacks?

You need to find someone Sara. Someone that recognizes all of your beauty, inside and out. Someone that makes you happy. Someone that challenges your mind and worships your body.

What, a best friend can’t notice that his female best friend is HOT? (Note I did wait to tell you that part when I was out of the way of you harming me. The Middle East is not nearly as scary as Sara Sidle in a temper)

Plus, I get to say all of this stuff now because I’m heading off somewhere unsafe. I want you to know all of this in case the unthinkable should happen.

I’m not supposed to tell you about my mission or where I’ll be stationed. What I can tell you is that my tour is supposed to be a year. I won’t have access to the internet, or really to electricity or running water, for most of the assignment. So don’t fill up my inbox with threats of coming after my hide, I’ll just have to worry about a full mailbox and rejected e-mails later. (Please note, I am playing on your sympathies here, is it working?)

The good news is (yes, there is good news) that I have a position with the FBI when I get back. They’ve also asked if I know of some other brilliant minds that can pack a gun. Of course I thought of you first.

Just think about it. Top of the line facilities. Best cases.

And working with the best partner known to mankind. Or womankind for that matter.

I’m going to end this by reminding you of how much I love you. You are truly the best friend I’ve ever had. I hope to see you again Sara. Hopefully with me in one piece, and you with a smile on your face and love in your heart.

Love,

Seeley

Wiping her eyes, Sara reread the letter sitting in the middle of her desk. Her best friend ever, the only person outside her family and to know what had happened all those years ago, was heading off into danger. And there was nothing she could say to him about it now.

She shook her head at the letter. It was all Seeley. Playful, serious, and heartfelt all wrapped up together. She was a bit miffed about being told in this fashion though. A letter would be the least she would be sending. Hopefully, her letter handing him his ass, along with his favorite cookies would eventually make it too him sooner or later.