A letter from the heart

by DannyUK

In early December 2010, Tasha flew off to Australia for several weeks. Since splitting from her boyfriend a few months earlier we had become fairly inseparable, and I knew that I was going to miss her desperately while she was away.


Before she left I popped in to visit her and handed her a sealed envelope.

“This is for you,” I told her, clasping the letter in my hand, “but you must promise me - PROMISE ME - that you won’t open it until you land in Australia.”

Her face flushed with anxiety.

“It’s nothing bad, I swear,” I told her, trying to soothe her worries, “but it’s important to me that you don’t open it until you land in Oz.”

I held on tightly to the letter until Tasha acquiesced, agreeing to my request.

She packed the letter away in her luggage and we said no more about it. A couple of days later she was on the plane, spending little over a day flying Down Under.

The plane stopped en route in the Middle East, and Tasha took the opportunity to grab the letter from her overhead bag. Ignoring my pleas from 48 hours earlier to wait until she was at her final destination (“I was bored! There was a long wait.” she later explained.), she opened the letter.

I wasn’t there, which is a shame, as I’d have loved to have seen her face, and the range of emotions as she read the note that I had carefully written for her.

In big red felt tip, taking up most of the page, was just one word.


Edit: I thought I’d check Tasha’s version of events before posting this. This is her view, as taken from our text exchange:

Me: Do you remember the letter I gave to you before you went to Australia, with strict instructions not to open it until you landed? πŸ™‚ xx

Tasha: Yes…and I followed them….and I had a little wee laughing so much when I opened it! Xxx

Me: What were the instructions? X

Tasha: Do NOT open this till you get to Oz…..

Me: You opened it when the flight landed in the Middle East because you were bored! Can you remember what was inside? Xx

Tasha: No I didn’t I opened it when I got to the bedroom as it was in my suitcase…it said CUNT on a post-it note xx

Me: Yay! Yeah it did πŸ˜€ xx

I’m assured that she found it absolutely hilarious (as did I, obviously) and that the “had a little wee” comment wasn’t merely a bladder-based medical problem, though I appreciate many will read this and be left scratching their heads as to what we find so funny.


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