My Dearest, Darling, Lovely Whitney,
Words cannot express my exuberance upon the receipt of your letter. Your aptitude for the written word is quite unparalleled. I think often of our time together with great fondness.
I imagine that this was swiftly followed by a viewing of some film featuring Sir Brendan Fraser. As I remember, for you, his superior was never met back in those days.
I mean, how could it?
My time has been spent caring for a certain Mr. Steve Rogers.
I’ll let you decide which Steve Rogers I am talking about? I will give you a hint, though. This Steve Rogers delights in waking me up in the morning to go potty and not for more, ahem, enjoyable pursuits.
Most of this month has been spent getting through the season finale… season. It has been exhausting.
Also, reading more stupid/wonderful romance novels than I would care to admit, but here is an accurate reenactment.
You would think that amidst all this CRUCIAL reading and TV watching I could have maybe found time to keep writing, but…
Think about and know that I miss you quite dearly.