My Dearest Angie Pangie,
I’m not sure exactly what happened.
I can’t be sure of the exact reasons, but several months ago you decided, after ten years of marriage, to make a drastic change.
That decision has left me devastated.
I didn’t realize how much I missed you until you were gone. Now, things just aren’t the same.
I miss your smile.
I miss the way the dice would roll from your supple hands to the surface of our hard wooden table.
I miss the sound of your d20s and your d6s as you rolled sneak attack damage.
I miss the way your lips would purse when the party would come around the corner to see a dracolich.
I miss the look of disbelief you would send my way when I killed off yet another of your character’s family members.
I miss the feel of your over-sized d20 hitting me between the eyes.
It hasn’t been easy since you left; Ive tried to find ways to cope. I’ve tried to replace you, but no one at the table can fill the void you’ve left. Other players, good ones, have tried, but to no avail. The screen holds no passion for me anymore. The dice have lost their sparkle. My pencil is out of lead.
So, on this Valentine’s day, I want to send out a message, a supplication if you will, to you: the one woman who has always been at my table:
Please, forgive me for killing off Keeley’s family.
Please, forgive me for killing off Keeley.
Please, find it in your heart to forgive me. To return to me. To come back to my table. To embrace the game that we once shared.
You still have my heart. You still have my love.
And I still have your dice.
Love,
Bob
