That's better. Happy birthday. I've learned a lot about the infinite possibilities of the universe since coming here and it feels a little like a miracle that you and I met at all. Millions of people in New York. Millions more in London. You and I somehow manage to cross paths and even luckier than that in the middle of a war we manage to spend enough time together that despite my inability to talk to women at all you saw something in me worth loving.
I gotta be the luckiest S.O.B. in Brooklyn.
And now this second chance of ours seems to mean even more knowing how things go in our little universe. No matter what, though, it's worth it. The chances. The war. The Red Room. I'd take the same crazy ride again and again because you'd be waiting at the end.
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For Your Birthday
Date: 2024-04-23 11:39 am (UTC)... I think I'll stick with Peggy.
My Dearest Peggy,
That's better. Happy birthday. I've learned a lot about the infinite possibilities of the universe since coming here and it feels a little like a miracle that you and I met at all. Millions of people in New York. Millions more in London. You and I somehow manage to cross paths and even luckier than that in the middle of a war we manage to spend enough time together that despite my inability to talk to women at all you saw something in me worth loving.
I gotta be the luckiest S.O.B. in Brooklyn.
And now this second chance of ours seems to mean even more knowing how things go in our little universe. No matter what, though, it's worth it. The chances. The war. The Red Room. I'd take the same crazy ride again and again because you'd be waiting at the end.
I love you. I always will.
Yours,
S. Rogers
[ Left with the letter is a jewelry box. ]