MESSAGE TRANSMITTING::::THIS MAY TAKE A BIT…
*BEEEEEP* *BOOOOP* *BRRRRR* *DING*
YOU HAVE 1 NEW MESSAGE
Yoshimi, as you battle the pink octo-legged robots with all the courage and discipline you have from your karate training, there still remains one question: do you believe in yourself? I did not believe in myself. I did not take the necessary risks. I did not have the strength to fight.
Yesterday, I sat with my own robot, the red one, and it spoke to me of its loves and passions. However, its monologues confused me. A robot has no feelings, so its love is entirely artificial. Yet, its speech was so ardent, so wistful, so sincere. Truth be told, I’m jealous of my robot—I want to speak to you the same way. But, my troubles are nothing compared to yours. Those devilish pink robots have terrorized every inch of this neo-pseudo-utopian land. When such a powerful threat lurks, does my love matter? I thought it did.
My love always surrounded me, but I was so protective of it. A wrong decision could prove emotionally fatal. You know how it is in the movies: someone falls in love only to have their heart broken. Maybe I was waiting for the right moment, but I now realize there is no such moment. I began to blame you for my lovesickness. Of all the people, why did I have to fall in love with you? I tried falling out of love, I tried moving on, I tried falling in love with another—all lead me back to you. Your techno-wizard mind tricks hypnotize me. Even as you fight the pink robots, each punch, kick, and dodge appear as a captivating dance like a ballerina doing one of those fancy turns. Summertime has come, and I still can’t get over you.
At this point, I don’t know why I’m still writing this letter. You’ll never see it. I guess I’ll just warn you (and warn myself) to not look inside yourself. This summer has consisted of my lying in bed in my pale blue room. The more time I spend with myself, the worse my thoughts become. At least you have the pink robots to occupy you.
You know what? No! I’m not going to wallow in my self-pity any longer! Why must our silly minds prescribe meaning to everything like an overly analytical English teacher? The sun setting is nothing but the world spinning around!
I hope you realize that you have the most beautiful eyes. The way your Jetsons-esque yellow dress compliments your sparkle-crowned, brown hair puts the world into balance. Even when it seems like the world is falling apart, you feel like the great remedy.
A man, aptly named Logic, is screaming to a small group outside my home. He keeps yelling “WE’RE NOT GONNA MAKE IT!” He’s spoken for so long now that I’m starting to believe him. But, I think I see his message in a less grim light. It’s true, we may not make it. So, instead of worrying about the future, let’s live for the present. I love you, Yoshimi, and even if you don’t see this letter, I wish the best for you in your fight against the pink robots!
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