July 2nd, 1888
Edric,
As if cynicism is any better than pessimism. Hopefully my endless optimism will balance you out. I'm a realist at heart, but either way.
How are you feeling now? It should have taken a couple hours to kick in... I'm kidding. What would I possibly want to poison you with? I've already managed to charm you, so armortentia is out and I don't wish you ill or dead, though the temptation to make you ill enough to stay home was fairly high...
As for losing sleep, I'll continue to do so until we're sharing the same bed, Love. Then I'll be losing it for a different reason I'm sure, but that's much more preferable.
Love,
Febs
Febs