Dearest Micah,
My heart stopped when I saw your dear face. I am not entirely sure it began beating normally. It feels like a bird stuck in my chest, fighting and fluttering for freedom. I cannot imagine a more suitable gift, or anything I would cherish more (except for your actual presence). I have it propped up on my desk right now so I can view it with ease, and I have yet to let it out of my sight. In fact, I have studied it extensively to make sure each detail in my memory matches reality. I am pleased to report that my memory is entirely accurate. I have not forgotten a single detail, a single strand of hair.
Speaking of your hair, I see you haven’t yet cut it. I cannot express my satisfaction at confirmation of this fact. It becomes you. I can almost feel how soft it is.
I want no
