It's been while, Tac. A while that seems to be dragging on and on, longer and longer.
I miss you, more than I've missed anyone or anything. I miss you imaginatively hiding yourself inside my pocket, I miss your hugs, I miss your voice, my god your voice Tac. I miss everything. My taco, my rock. I hope they're treating you nicely and that you're okay. I hope you have no regrets and that you know that I'm waiting patiently for your return, though patience is not my thing, but for you I've made an exception. Come back, my love, soon.
Loop misses his Tac, more than words can explain.
