My dearest Emerald,

I love the way you see the world-how you notice and care about the smallest things most people pass by without a second glance. Your passion, the way you let yourself become completely absorbed and obsessed with what you love, feels like a rare kind of magic to me. It reminds me that meaning isn't found in what's loud or obvious, but in what's chosen, cherished, and held close. Through you, even the tiniest things feel important.

I adore the way you talk to me-the gentle pauses, the stuttery moments, and the softness that wraps around your words. Every sentence you speak lands with warmth and intention, like it was meant just for me. When I hear you, I feel all gemmy and glistening inside, like hidden rivers flowing through Agartha-quiet, beautiful, and endlessly alive. You make my inner world shine in ways I didn't know were possible.

I still think about the first time we met at the soyjak party, bantering for hours while sipping soylent, as if time itself had agreed to step aside for us. And I think about drawing us together, embracing, sharing that soft kiss-trying to capture what already felt so real. This letter is a reminder, for now and for always, of how deeply I love you, how grateful I am for you, and how my heart continues to choose you every single day.

Forever yours,
Thub

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