Oh Alfred,

I love how you take everything you see and can (can't) see past all the imperfections. Such as the second paragraph of the "letter" you wrote. Stating all my imperfections. Well its nice to know WHAT YOU REALLY THINK! Any way, your not half bad either.

Sure you can be a complete git, and a little on the chubby side, and what is with that cow lick? Do you gel that up or where you born with that? I guess I could have built a tolerance to the alcohol by now but its hard when you drink so much, and when you keep complaining about how difficult your life is. I mean it wouldn't have been as hard if you just let me take care of everything! And you just wont belt up about that hero business! Don't even get me started on "Tony" your alien friend. And that wale!

Any way what I was meaning to say was, you have a fire for life that I could never be able to find. You just soak up the experience and draw every one in.

In my eyes you are perfect.

Your bright azure blue eyes glimmer in the light and show me that even though you've been through almost as much as I have you can still find the spark that turns life into an adventure. You watched me get bombed and you helped care for me when I really needed it. You treated my wounds (be they physical or mental). Your eyes are really the reason I want to keep moving forward. But that isn't the only thing.

I love your soft golden wheat hair, I don't know what you put in it but keep doing it. If I ever got the chance to run my fingers through your hair I would, the look is silky smooth and it shines in the sun falling perfect always.

I love your sun-kissed skin. Either you've worked in the fields or you swim a lot, though I lean towards the previous, there's no way you could get that skin and muscle by swimming. Your skin lights up each morning you wake. I remember even as a child you knew when I needed to have some one else to lift me up.

I love your strong frame, your arms wrap around me and I fall into them immediately. They feel safe, and I feel at home. They hold me securely and when you let go it feels like I'm about to fall apart. I can beat the 'crap' out of Francis, but I beat him worse when he said some crude comment about you.

I could go on forever talking about you, I could continue on saying how you drive me, you help me, you invade my mind. But there just wouldn't be room for all the space. The truth is I like how you declare yourself a hero; you have the fantasy alien and whale (just because I'm writing this doesn't mean I'm going to admit they are there), the amount of hamburgers you get when you force me to come with you to McDonalds. But you look at me with those blue eyes and you smile at me with that bright smile… and it makes my heart beat so fast, any my stomach goes in knots. Sometimes it's so hard to take.

In all honesty if someone where to 'steal me away with some mind controlling powers' then it would be you Alfred F. Jones. Because there is no one I have my mind more set on, my heart sent to, or my thoughts surrounded by then you. You hypnotize me and lead me off like I was being lead by some siren song.

I know I've never had the courage to outright tell you this, and I know it will not be easy to say… but, I love you too git!