Ianto, it's me Jack.
You probably are sick of me by now.
I just wanted to let you know that you are still part of the team here. When you come back you're desk is still the same. I've re-made it in the new Hub. Gwen thinks it's a waste, but I won't let her take it down. She doesn't understand how important it is to keep your desk. It keeps a part of you alive.
I'm still having trouble sleeping Ianto. I wake up every night to your face. Then it vanished and on come the tears. Every night since you died, Ianto. I'm tired right now, but I refuse to drink the coffee Gwen made me this morning. It's horrible and it tastes like death.
If you don't come back to me soon, I think I might die. Not literally unfortunately, that would be a blessing. A true gift from beyond. But I know it's not real. I know that for a fact.
Yours forever. Always.
Capt. Jack Harkness.