I am not the kind of man who gives himself over to wanton gushing

regarding the mystical apparatuses of love. Love you, however, I

do. When first I saw you in this blackened mirror, frightened

though I was by your wispy visage and morbid accoutrements, I felt

instantly overcome by an overwhelmingly esteemed and unrelenting

enthrallment. Nevermind my viscera entangled and twisted by such

untoward tumultuous passion; my sole desire herewith is to

patiently await your return. I show you these words tonight and

pray for any type of reciprocation. I pray you won’t leave again.

Indefinitely yours,