Dear Marceline,
You left a letter on my bed, neatly written and folded, tucked away for me to discover as I retreated into my bedchambers after a long night in my lab. Remembering our awkward encounter yesterday, a beckon of hope beamed into my heart when I saw you still wrote to me; just like you have been everyday these last couple of months.
I unfolded the thick stationary, my insides fluttered in excitement as the paper unveiled your words. Every ounce of ecstasy was slammed into ground with sorrow. The sudden shift in emotions made me feel sick to my stomach.
"Remember you suggested taking time off to collect my thoughts? I think I might do it. I need to think about me and junk."
Those few sentences took a hold of my. I stared blankly at your mail for hours without a response. You asked for the distance and all I could do is sit back and grant it to you. You've given this Princess the world and now it's time returned the favor and treated you as my Queen. Needless to say, there is still this part of me that wants to lose all hope, but the everlasting impression you've made on me has repeatedly shook me and scolded me, demanding I never give up on you.
My Vampire Queen. How I wish to fill your void, hold you into depths of eternity and hear the way I make you giggle. You've hidden your wonderful, beautiful personality inside too long, and all I wish for is her presence once more. Time and sleep appear irrelevant, I've spent too much time pondering your request; the benefits but mostly my selfish desire to keep you to myself. It is true, the suggestion was offered by my hands, it was the most logical and rational decision, but my heart never wanted to agreed with it.
Marceline...oh Marceline. My nights and days have grown longer, I now feel time moving slowly without your witty banter and playful nature. I've already spent hours in my lab, repeatedly pushing my glasses up my nose, thinking of you, and listening to your music, only to bring a great wave of grief into my heart. How is it possible to feel so empty? I've broke many test tubes, calculated wrong amounts of fluid and wasted so many hours searching for my answer.
It's really quite simple. I love you Marceline. Regardless of the fact that you constantly warn me that you're a monster, I refuse to see it. Call me a fool, dare you call me a fool Marceline, but this fact I know, is true. The fact being that you've gotten the Princess of the Candy Kingdom wrapped around your little finger and she wouldn't want it any other way.
I write to you in sadness, because there have been obstacles and demons set into our path that appear to be winning. You gave your word to protect me my valiant Queen and I've trusted your word through the sorrow and torment of our interesting relationship. When you return to me, I will be broken, shattered and beaten by my own scientific mind. I have responsibilities that can not be ignored nor dismissed. My life must continue as you agree to take my suggestion. Throughout that time, I will blame myself, as I always do and hold back many emotions I'm scared to admit to you.
Take all the time you need Marce, because I only hope for the best for you. I miss you at night and I long for you in the mornings.
Love,
Your Princess