I miss you too. I know I've been away for awhile, but soon, I will be with you, my love. And I know you miss me as well. Soon, we will have each other's shoulder to cry on as we watch the Eagles fail to win a Super Bowl again. And once again, you will be able to bitch about how southern people can't drive in the snow. And speaking of snow, I will bring plenty for you, my love. Because how will you know when you are bleeding when you fall down drunk on your face? And I miss those long dark nights when you beg me to shove icicles up your ass. But don't worry my love, for soon we will be together. And I will bring lots of ice.