May 21, 2009



My dearest Token,

I hope your day has gone pleasantly. It was cool here, though still lovely.



The landlady tells me that I may or may not get to see you this week. It is very frustrating. Next week, they keep telling us, and then next week comes, and, no, it's next week. *sigh*



Perhaps this week will be the week. Perhaps not. I suppose, if nothing else, we will have the aquarium. That they cannot take away from us.



I wonder, sometimes, about us. About what bound us so tightly together. It must be very powerful. The last time didn't feel like this.



It makes me fear what might happen to that bond if...



Enough of that. I want to show you this. The landlady drew it for me.



It's sort of like having a little piece of you close by, though your lips are only paper and I cannot truly touch...



I miss you.



Soon.