Curious how most matters, even personal ones, invariably escalate into into that exhausted huggy/badass squash game when tossed into the limelight.
Similarly intriguing that the wording of a letter between lovers, a letter
not coined to make much sense to anyone but the happy pair, can be ripped
out of context and flaunted ceremoniously as being irrefutable evidence of
the alarming influx of huggy mentality. Moreover, that the fleeting moments
and emotions of those words' inception can be stretched to define half of
Avalon eight years later, is nothing short of brilliant.
Hats off to Huzow and Dartanian for displaying the glorious versatility of
our beloved language. You're grand guys, which perchance is why you
consistently stumble over yourself in an affected attempt to demonstrate
how profoundly evil and malicious you are. I thumb my nose at you from the
comforts of our wedding bed!
Written by my hand on the 7th of Midsummer, in the year 1023.