Hey, Mina.

I won't lie... it's a bit weird not calling you Mercury. 

I don't ever want to call you that again... but I do want to call you. I want to eat seafood pasta on the Italian coast with you. I want to watch your eyes crinkle when you laugh. I want to talk nonsense with you for more than 35 minutes a day. I want to do the things we spoke about, and the things I was too timid to suggest. 

But I'm not the only person involved, here. What you want is also important. 

There's a flight leaving for Naples tomorrow morning at 9. There's a seat booked for you. 

I won't be offended if you choose not to come. It's a lot, I know - but nothing about this situation is normal, is it?

The flight details are all in the attached envelope. 

See you in another lifetime, Mina.

Yours, 

J x