I thought this month of forced separation was a good idea, but all I think about is you. I’m trying to be a good sport and put on some semblance of a smile, but I miss yours too much. I’m glad you’re having a wonderful time and for these past few weeks I’ll try and be proud instead of miserable. I can’t wait to see you. Maybe we can go dancing like we did during ECMAs?
—Your loving Seashell