 How glorious it feels to know that my sweetheart is cheery again. Little one, you do not know what it means to have you away from me for long. The minutes turn into days, the days into months, and the months into years. I crave you. I would devour you. I care only for you, a human madness. All other matters are infinitesimal against you, and only you. Therefore, you see how I burst into a human cloud, burst with a vitriolic tongue interspersed.