My Darling, Norman:

It’s been five weeks since we saw each other last. Yet, it feels like years. I have told my parents and roommate about you. They are slowly coming to accept you. It’s still going to be hard since they are Catholic and you’re Protestant. (We all know the history of Ireland and Northern Ireland. So, I will spare you the annoyance of giving you a history lesson. I know you have enough history to worry with for your history exam this week. I don’t what to overload your head, laddie!) That’s fine with me! You just have to stay fine-looking and a good lad and I’ll keep running back to you! To Hell with everyone else, I am staying by you, no matter what!

Hey, you doing anything this weekend? Let’s go on a picnic in the new Tokyo Park Center and watch the snow from the big windows! What would you like for us to bring? Food from our beloved Ireland? Maybe some Thai food. Or maybe just pick up something here in town on the way to the center. Ooo, I know a great shop that specializes in traditional Japanese cuisine at low prices. I think about 2328.40¥ should cover lunch, dessert, and even leftovers for the week. Oh, I hate waiting until after our exams to see each other again. It just kills me so badly. Almost like that song by the Fugees, “Killing Me Softly.” But yet, absence is what makes the heart grow fonder, they say. If that’s true, I think me heart’s going to explode tenderness for you. Hey maybe after our picnic we could go to the aquarium or something. I’ll let you pick where we go on Saturday under one condition: I get to drive! That’s right! I just got my license! It took me two times to get it! These Japanese driving tests are a pain! But, I’m glad it’s all over and I can drive now. Lillian, my roommate, jokes about staying off of the road now that I got my license. Why do people do that to us new drivers? It’s not very encouraging!

Oh, I miss you so much, my lad! We haven’t been close since we went to the Placebo concert five weeks ago on Saturday. I’m still amazed that you worked your fingers to the bone for those seat tickets. The last time I went to a concert was when I was fifteen. It was U2 and they were lawn tickets with my mom. (Yeah, laugh all you want. I still say U2 are one of the greatest bands on the planet. Don’t get me wrong, Placebo are good, but they need a few more years under their belt to catch up with Bono and his lads! Sorry, love!) You held my hand and cuddled close to keep me warm from the cold. Your body tag smelt so sexy. From that moment on, I made up my mind! I want you to be my first in bed. Yes, you read that right, my lad! I am giving my chaste virginity to you on a bright shiny hot silver platter. I’m not a sweet little Catholic girl, you know! Working with my boss and her employees at this academy has affected me. Ha-ha-ha! Not right away, though. (Hey, I have some morals to me still!) Just, whenever you feel ready. I will be waiting.

Sadly, I have to stop writing because class is starting now. Sociology is one of my weakest subjects too. I don’t know how you manage to ace it perfectly. Could you teach me sometime? See you this weekend, my lad.

Kissy-Kissy

Your beloved, Victoria