Ever since you entered my life on All My Children I have fantasized about the day we would meet. I loved your ability to grab a cheesy script and making it believable. It didn’t matter if the town mayor was really an alien or that your mother and father were twins separated at birth. You grasped the role with the dedication of a snake eating a goat.
It was truly beautiful and I am grateful for that time period. Now you are on CSI: Miami and nothing has changed. You are wonderful and I still await the day that we meet. We will eat sushi and laugh over 10 bottles of plum wine. When you eat a piece that has too much wasabi hidden beneath the fish you will make a face that has us both laughing later on.
When I drop you off at home you invite me in and we watch reruns of your shows. I touch the back of your neck and tell you that I can’t believe that you are still 27 years old. You tell me you are really 43 years old and the dream suddenly ends. It’s as if I have been awoken from a dream. You are too old for me. I must go.
Oh, and you owe me for your half of the dinner bill.