I Would Wait a Million Years

The candle on my desk grows short, so I must be brief, my dear.

I picked up your book today, but I have my doubts of getting through it all. You always were more prolific at language than I could ever hope. I attempted to read through the first chapter, but could not make it halfway through your lovely writing and diagrams. I don’t believe that I will ever finish it.

But no worries, I will treasure it forever, for it came from your mind.

Even now, it sits on my bedside table. Maybe, when you return, you can try to explain some of the easier points.

On the subject of books, I read a very nice one the other day. It was simple enough for even me to understand, with my limited intellect. And I know that you would stand up for my intelligence, but I am nowhere near as smart as you, my dear, and nowhere near as smart as others.

I am eagerly waiting for your return.