Dear Timer Girl,

I yearn for the days when our love had a timed rhythm, a precision that brought structure to our lives, filling us with pride and contentment. You always had an eye on the prize, even when time pressed on us. And you always got the job done leaving me yearning for more. Those times with you are deeply missed. I thought we had more time. I was constantly on the move, always in haste. Whether it was meeting someone or rushing to the office, the pace was relentless. In this realm or the next, I vow to craft a device that halts time. Not to travel between eras, but to pause and cherish the moments with you that I once overlooked. I recognize this as my shortcoming and have come to terms with it. Your support during my darkest hours will always be remembered.

I want to buy you a guitar strung with thick flatwound strings that produce a resonant slapback echo. And there I’ll be, trying to match your melody on the synthesizer. I can only wish can’t I?

Love, Russian Boy