^^^ Tsk tsk what DID I tell you about dating those mobsters, SorbetCitron?
Dearest sweetheart,
I'm coming back soon. I promise. As fast as this letter could get there in the mail if I was really sending it, I'll be home. See, you might not have noticed I was gone, because my body was still there, and my brain chugging along at a brisk trot, but my soul was off on vacation somewhere very cold. I did it all perfectly, not a single sheet of paper not aligned with the sides of a desk. When we fucked I felt like a cold machine, but at least you didn't seem to notice.
I gave myself a real scare this morning. I talked myself into thinking you just wanted to marry me for money, which is re god damn diculous because I don't have any and may never. Then I remembered that when I trade my soul for a turbo engine, there's nothing to keep these kinds of thoughts from showing up and haunting me. It's easy to forget after weeks on end without trading back.
But no more of that. In just a few days, when I get over the jetlag, I'll be refreshed and rejuvenated and ready do those things I've always done to show you I love you. But this time I'll actually feel it for real again deep inside, I like I used to.
Love,
Your beloved creature of the night