Dear Peter
Dear Peter
Peter you idiot
Stupid poodle
I told you
Peter,
You’re alive. Thank god.
Ok, I know you probably wish you weren’t alive because you’re a bleeding heart cartoon
You probably feel like hell. Try to focus on the positives: you’re alive. So is your bloody brother Nathan the bastard grew a beard to imitate me, I TOLD YOU he wanted to shag you
All your sodding attachments think you’re dead. You should have listened to me about cutting them out
I knew you wouldn’t die. I’m sorry for what happened. Really. This isn’t one of my ‘uncaring invisible man’ tricks.
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I ≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠
Fucking bugger bloody HELL puppy I can’t even write a sodding LETTER to you
I miss you.
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You’re the only person I ever gave a damn about besides myself and ≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠
Well I guess what I’m trying to say here is
oh bugger it
Do you want to come with me?
I know you’ve got your family which is buggered up on SO MANY levels but the world is saved now, isn’t it?
When I said ‘people suck’ I meant ‘humans suck.’ Well, most of them. I just seem to run into the ones that just shag me for a shag or shoot me or both.
I have a way off this planet. Remember your friend from the future? That’s a PARLOR TRICK compared to what I’ve got up my sleeve. Time AND space, Peter, eons at the tip of our fingers …
Of course, I’d understand if you’d rather stay here. This place is all you know; you’ve got roots here that go deep; and we barely know each other.
But I
I ≠≠≠≠
I love you.
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU!!!
There. I’ve said it and I can’t take it back, no matter how many drafts of this damn letter I go through or sheaves of paper I recycle or pens I break or scribbles I make, I can’t take that back I can’t stop and god I just realized I don’t even know if you’re attracted to men AT ALL ≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠≠
If you think of me in that way, or just want a ride away from here, come to London. There’s a big blue Police Call Box just outside Kensington Gardens. It’ll be there until March 21st and all you need to do is knock on the door.
If you don’t I won’t send anymore letters, or make any calls, or run into you on the street. Never coming back to this planet again if you aren’t with me.
From
Love
FROM
LOVE
- Claude Raines