I miss you so much. Like, so much. it's so empty here without you, and I get that you need some space. And I'm also sure that it's nice for you to be back with your mum, especially without your horrid sister around. I just wish you were here.
In case the lilies I sent you for your birthday have started to wilt (and they shouldn't be yet, considering the double-whammy preservation charm I put on them), I thought you'd like a new bouquet. The florist said he'd never made a bouquet this big in his thirty-seven years in his profession. Please note that every single shade of pink, red, and purple known to man is represented herewith.
All my love, love. We should have dinner soon. Or breakfast...