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office letters: at 2:47

Dear Ms. V,

Actually, it’s softer on the tongue to say Missus V (Mrs. V), but hey, anyway.

On top of things, there’s not much to say and it gets boring from here. Everyday and every day we tell affectionate ‘I Love You’s or sometimes throw tantrums. We could live with that, can we? And apart from the whispers, the occasional hugs and touches.

We’ve grown apart with human contact, lately and we’re almost officially a-one-year-couple, with things that could or might turn sour or depressing or hopeful or grateful or optimistic in the months to come.

We all know what that is about.

I don’t want to think about that until I get there because I know I can live with loneliness and waiting. The waiting should be enjoyable, because there’s something to look forward to; not when you’re bored together, physically.

Sometimes I run out of thoughts or metaphors because there is only one plain thing is love. As cheesy as it can be. And we can make all the movies and music and poetry and art and language, and still we have this enormously simple theme.

Cheers,

M