July 18, 2012

My dearest,

The stream of movie trailers (only two) and crass commercials (innumerable, nearly) are about done. The credits roll and the movie proper begins. Oh but how cold the cinema is, how cold! Even as Peter Parker snuggles closer to Gwen Stacy, so do I nudge you with my elbow, and then our fingers touch, finding each other, grasp tightly for warmth and for companionship.

We ought to go watch movies in theatres more often, we really ought to.

Yours, ever and always.