Dot;
I'm not particularly good at writing letters. Then again, when has not being innept at something stopped me before? So I'll write and maybe someday I'll even deliver this.
I don't have a lot of smalltalk, since not a lot of any interest has happened to me here. So I won't beat around the bush. I want to tell you that I love you.
If I were standing next to you, I would never be able to be so frank. The wonders of writing. I know you probably have a weird look on your face right now, but I'm going to continue anyway.
I love you. You're the only thing keeping me hopeful and, to some extent, alive out here in the web. I remember your eyes, your lips, the smell of your hair, and it keeps me determined to get back to you and tell you face-to-face how I feel.
I worry about how you're dealing with Megabyte and Hexadecimal. I hope that with Mouse, Enzo and AndrAIa around you can fight him off. Not that you're not a capable woman. You're the most amazingly strong womanI've ever met. But Megabyte is a virus.
Good luck to you. I'm fighting for a way back to you even now.
Love, love, love,
Bob