To whom it may concern,

I write you this letter to tell you that there is something on my mind and I want to tell you that the thing on my mind is you. You rush in and out of buildings like nothing I have ever seen before. You have the taste of a natural beast and your smell is so very distinguishable and I need it. I wish that I could be there with you and I wish that you could be here with me, but the universe is much to large for us. If we ever meet, I want to tell you so many things that I have done, and so many things that I wish to do. I hope that you will do the same. I don't care what you look like because I cannot see anyway. I don't care if you are a monster because I have them under my bed. I hope that you feel the same way because if you don't, this letter will seem pointless.

Sincerely,

Julius Fluency

I am in space right now and I want you to do just one thing for me: Sit down.

I will wish you a happy birthday when that day comes, but for now, let's sit down.