I wish you were here, Martin. There's a pond I go to where you're permitted to feed ducks so long as it's nutritious. I used to go often enough that they'd know me by the rustling of my mealworm bag.
Those nights were something special. I spent many of them wishing you were there with me, naming them, appreciating the particularly brave ones that came out of the water to fuss for more.
You would have loved it, I think. The honking and the ghostly way ducks drift along an otherwise calm sheet of water. You aren't here, and yet I never felt closer to you than when I was there.
The archduck Gustav sends his love... as do I.
Happy Valentines, you're still imbedded so deeply in my heart. Still so incredibly real. I see you in everything I love.
- Jon (fictive)
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