one year ago i got a letter back:

dear mr mobert danger jones,

i want you back. i dont want you to leave yet. id be a shame, after all those years, that things would have to end like this. i dont want to do the just few months a year only when you feel like it routine anymore. it does get old after a while, you know.

you the only one who ever understood me, who ever gave me the proper props. you always wrote about how everyone back in high school took me for granted and you were right. all the kids would sit by the pool and get tan and run around and try to be as crazy as they could be for three whole months out of the year and not once did they ever realize that their best years would be soon behind them and that i would be gone sooner then they thought.

people only miss me when theyre forty and stuck in a cubicle somewhere and daydreaming cuz they are bored. i heard theres a scientific term for it. i think its called computer screen depressive epilepsy, or something like that. but, you miss me even when im still here for you, and i can never thank you enough for that.

im the perfect companion. im warm, fun, easy on the eyes. i give you all the time and space in the world and dont ask for anything in return. what more could you want?

hell, throw and egg out on the street and ill fry it for you.

i know you have a job now, mobert, but that doesnt mean its more important than your life or your happiness. the money wont always be there, you know, and who wants to be the richest stiff in the graveyard anyway? i want you to know that no matter what happens, ill always be here for you, whenever you need me. just wait til the months start starting with jay and yoo and thats where youll find me.

love,
summer.