Does the mark on your thigh still tingle?

I remember how we danced together. Not willingly, but subconciously. Under the pale light of the moon, the discordant guitars of Rik Schaffer and Jim Jarmusch ringing out against our passions.

You are the greatest first kiss I've ever had.
When our lips collided, universes were born.

I hope you're doing well in life.
I am, and I'm happy. Thank you for breaking the curse that had been cast on me decades ago.

I still think of how your blood tasted, Titania.

Signed,
Artagan.