August 24th, 2007


Private from Thomas

Dear Peter,

Spectre is almost home and I'm giddy. Also I liked seeing you today even if you are a depressing bugger sometimes. I suppose it's only fair. I like that your hair smells like strawberries and it glitters in the sun. Well...the kind of...dismal place where there should be sun...

I love you. And I'm writing this here so I can show you later. Because you seem to be worried that you'll forget. But if I'd ever let you forget. I am rather pushy and I do have a unique way of making my point. Like chasing Stuart around, or giving Abby time outs on my shoulders! She earned them herself. I don't mind reminding you. And I certainly don't mind telling you our stories over and over again.

You're not going to lose anything in this, Peter. It's shitty and it's time, but it won't take anything from you in the end. And that I know for sure.

Just like I know that soon I get to have SEX! Oh and by the by, this is going to be a really obvious segue! Let your wife sex you up. She wants to. It's not pity or a bribe. She talked to me about it. She wants to do it because she loves you. And she likes it! And yes, this entire post was just so I could say that, but that makes the rest of what I said no less important!!

You are my second half, Peter. You and no one else. Like I'd ever let that get away from me.