Love Will Travel As Long As You Let It

by Soaring

You Being Here Is All I Need

Dear Skittles,

Don’t worry about sending letters anymore. Just make sure you’re ready to talk, and everything else will be fine. I don’t want to see you beating yourself up when you’re here, okay? You don’t deserve it, Skittles, unless you want me to knock some sense into you, that is.

Eh, I had to cross that out. Either I’m getting soft, or I’m recognizing when I’m a bit too upfront with you.

Either way, don’t worry. Just bring those—wait. You’re bringing salmon sandwiches? Like the ones we had in school?!

You’re spoiling me, Skittles. Just you being here is enough for me.

-Gilda

P.S. You really made me just sound like a dweeb there. I’m going to have to break a stool to feel good again.

P.S.2. Told Greta that you said Happy Birthday. All she said was, “Who is that?” I clued her in on who you were, but she still couldn’t remember you. Oh well. Maybe when everything blows over, you and her can meet again? Trust me, Greta still appreciated the birthday message, but she’s been having her feathers in a twist lately. She really needs to get her feathers ruffled.

Comments

[LucarioFan2066]

I’m going to have to break a stool to feel good again.

Considering "stool" also has a grosser definition, this can be taken to mean she needs to use the loo to feel less like a "dweeb".
I find that version funny, at least.

[Ice Star]

Either way, don’t worry. Just bring those— wait. You’re bringing salmon sandwiches? Like the ones we had in school?!

For les-birb-ian Gilda sure has her priorities straight.

It’s a bit fishy is all I’m saying.