Dear Amy Rose,
It's raining...which means I can't run. You know as much as everyone else how much I hate water. I don't get it, how can it be so horrible outside when the morning was so beautiful? I guess that's just one of the things of nature I'll never understand. That and why people like water...?
Seriously, it's just a liquid form of...I don't know, death? It's just so...horrible, and that's putting it in a nice way. I'd much rather take on Eggman than come close to water. Although, even my fear/hatred of water is nothing compared to my love for you. I've swum in water to save you before and I would do it again in a split second if I had to, no second thoughts.
I can't believe it. I really want to go for a run right now as well. I've got lots of different routes I take when I go out, but lately the one the goes past your house is the one I use most frequently. I don't even do it on purpose; my feet just take me that way automatically. I get to catch a glimpse of you if you're near the window though, that's one good thing about letting my feet control my runs.
I'm gonna take you on a run with me someday. Then you can feel the same exhilarating experience that I do. The whole world around you becomes a multicoloured blur yet everything becomes clearer, if that makes any sense. It's amazing though, when I run in the rain, which is only when I'm caught out in it, time itself seems to freeze as the droplets are suspended in the air.
You would find it absolutely amazing. Seriously. I think your daydreaming is starting to rub off on me. I just spent the last ten minutes staring at a photo of us...maybe I'll tell you about it some time. When I have more time to write that is...
Writing you letters really helps me relax, it lifts a weight of my shoulders. It's like I'm actually talking to you, even if it is just a one-sided conversation. I never knew I had so much to say about, well...anything. I've never been the most talkative person; I guess I'm not as sociable as other people.
The rains finally let up...I wish it had sooner, it's four in the afternoon and on a Sunday you and Cream always go to the park for a picnic no matter what the weather. I guess that's where I'm headed too. I wanna know what you made of the rose...
Catch you in about a minute or so, I'll probably write to you again in the evening and tell you how it went. I love you Ames...
Yours now and forever,
Sonic the Hedgehog x
P.S.
My love for you is a journey that starts at forever and ends at never
