Dear Vinyl,
I must admit, it has been eerily quiet since we parted a few days ago. With the Canterlot Orchestra on tour, they thought best to 'splurge' and give every musician their own room in the hotel. As nice as the establishment is, I cannot say without lying that it pleases me outright. The only thing keeping me company at night is the drip of the showerhead and the slight noise of the air conditioner running.
It is lonely without you my love. And as much as I abhor your tendency to yell "Good morning Equestria!" every time we wake up, I seem to be missing it so these mornings. The bed is cold, and my ears are replaced with the shuffling of covers instead of your sweet whisperings. My afternoons are filled with talk of the newest piece of music, or the oldest piece I have ever heard of. I already miss our musings on the most trivial of things, somehow they swept away the monotony of the days.
These next few months will be agonozing, and I count the days until we are together again. I hope with all my soul that it these coming weeks will fly by faster than a Wonderbolt creating a sonic boom. Though, some say distance make the heart grow stronger, I might disagree and say it makes the heart grow greedier.
Until I am able to love with you.
Yours and yours alone,
Octavia