My dear,

I was on the verge of heartbreak seeing you off and disappear like that, and on such a nice summer day.

You’ve been there for me through the hard times and the good. You’ve cheered me up even more every time I accomplished something great, and yet also found time to be there to caress me through my low points. And you’ve never once asked for anything back.

Weeks without you are so unbearable, especially the nights.

Not to put you off, but I dream about you constantly.

There is no love sincerer than the love of food.

And I did love you so ice cream.

But don’t feel bad for me, I know you’ll be back in my house soon enough, and I can’t wait for us to be alone together in the kitchen again.

Falsely yours,
George Bernard Shaw