Good morn to you, too, my love.
My mind was wandering down a few possible explanations and their respective paths while reading the former bit of your message. I almost wanted to stop myself from overanalyzing in order to enjoy the prose and flowery parts one would expect of a love letter that I was sure would follow your complaints. I am happy that I have a reason to come to you and coax the romantic from your depths once again, and in person, since this message didn't deliver to my expectations. Such a pleasure almost shadows the mystery of ionic feedback and seemingly random radiation you have penned me about. The keyword in that last sentence is 'almost', but perhaps only because I am looking forward to the myriad of more gratifying trysts to come with you.
I will pack a dress with the intent to attempt to outshine an aurora. No promises, but the least I can do is try.
Forever yours,
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