My Dearest Bonnibelle,
How do I even begin? These past few hours of being in my head have helped me little if anything at all. I wish only to understand myself better so I can be the best I can be for you. Once someone told me, "You cannot love anyone if you don't love yourself." Well my dearest, I'm doing my best. It seems I've lost my way and I'm trapped inside my head; because every time I think I find the exit, it turns to be another door leading to dismay.
I know one thing for sure that is true. You will be waiting on your balcony pondering some sciency junk, slightly frowning, your glasses falling from your nose, and your hair everywhere except in the bun.
When I come back to you my dearest Bonnie I will be better.
When I come back to you we'll be together.
Marceline