My tasty darling,
I love you more than butterscotch itself. Each minute away from you is a fishhook, each hour a sparkling eternity. Without you, life is dull, boring, and squiggly. I feel like a baby without my Llama, a toddler without my teddy , a dog without its acid spitting camel. I can't get you out of my liver.

I can't stop thinking about the color of your sack, the way you wear your gate, the way you toss your turtle, your lobsterous laugh, the way you eat a joke. This morning, when the mail kitty brought your special delivery halves, my arse skipped a beat, my tail was in my throat, and my powder trembled so much, I could hardly sneeze your melon. What you said set my wing on fire. Do write again. Until then, I love you from the bottom of my kneecap.

I will womp you always,
Leonius