My dear Eugene,
Ah, my darling, I knew it would be so. I knew the moment in which I left you I would realize your immense worth! How happy it makes me to know I will return. To realize how fully I am yours and you are mine. Yes, Eugene, in you have I found the best home yet.
Not that I mind the break, for we both knew it was a long time coming. Our relationship needed some of that distance they truly say makes the heart grow fonder. I may have been cross before I left and said some unfortunate things, but know that I will return to you with a joyful and expectant heart in July, celebrating your cool summer nights and long, rainy season voluptuous with rich greens and blues and greys. One is never parched with you.
Oh, Eugene, how you have spoiled me! I arrive to this hot, busy place of concrete and palm trees to find that I am a confirmed food snob. Not the kind that insists of five-star restaurants with carefully selected wines to match each course, but the kind that turns up her nose at foods with ingredients that sound more like they belong in vials at a lab than on someone’s plate. When we meet again I will revel even more in your local culinary bounty!
How lovely it will be to breathe your fresh air! Here there are so many cars and so very few bicycle lanes. Oh to pedal down your streets again will be glorious! I will ride down to the Saturday market, stopping on the way to admire the river, and purchase sumptuous berries grown on local land. What a life we have together! How I love our happy, simple, healthy pleasures!
Alas, my dear, it is time to be getting along. I will not be gone too long. Please take care.