Though we have had our fair share of… questionable… nights, every other night I’ve spent with you have been the best of my life. You’ve been a balm to my soul when my life is full of nothing but fear and uncertainty, and for that, I could never begin to thank you. Others may not understand, but I know that what’s between us is deep and real, and there is no other who has made my heart sing as you have.



So often, it feels as if we are running on borrowed time, and would that it were not so. I don’t want borrowed time with you, Zoser. I want the end of time.



I love you, and all that I am is yours. I’ll be counting the breaths until I see you again.



The letter is not signed, but it’s sealed with a carmine imprint of plush lips, lips very familiar to the recipient of the message.