dear vanessa,

i crawled out from under your bed when you left for work in the morning. i've been absent from my own work for a week now, but i don't even care about that anymore.

all i care about is you.

i walked around your apartment and looked at all your stuff. you have some nice decoration pillows on your couch.

and i looked through your box of photos in your closet. i found it when i was moving the other boxes back to under your bed where they belong (and bonus: i made all of them fit snuggly under there, but also made a pocket of space for myself! so i can still sleep down there!)

anyway, i didn't know you had an older brother. or at least, i think he's an older brother. i sure hope so.

have you been lying to me, vanessa? are you seeing someone behind my back? don't you know that we're meant to be?

. . . ha, sorry. well, anyway, don't worry: if he's bothering you, i'll find him and make him leave you alone.

also, i've held onto that picture of you and him.

don't want you thinking about other people.

sincerely, jonathan