Absence Makes the Heart Grow… Forgetful?

Dear Logan Echolls,

It’s only been six weeks since our parting, my darling, since last I saw you whaling on that innocent police cruiser, and yet, it seems as if that short– hiatus– was enough to make me forget entirely about out standing Tuesday night at nine date. The one at our favorite hang out, the WB. I stood you up. I’m sorry.

Were it not for the quick thinking of Sailor Mom, I would not even be able to have that video message you left for me. I cannot wait to get it tonight, and see your face again, hear your voice, watch you be the psychotic jackass I know and love. Is it too much to hope that you might cry again?

All my love, my sweet sicko,

Diana

PS: If Veronica still has bangs, I’m not sure I want to see.