(letter found in a star trek manual book)
Dear Penny,
Your mom doesn't understand our star crossed love, and so I've stuck this letter in my Star Trek: Star Fleet's Guide to Surviving Space Travel in the hopes that your wanna-be Vulcan sister sees it and picks it up.
Penny, you must know that no matter the electric fences, restraining orders or threats your Borg-esque mother gives me, I will never stop trying to reach you and be with you. You are the hydrogen to my combustion, the vortex to my black hole and the gravity to my apple. You are the forces combined and acceleration in every direction. It may be as delusional as thinking the moon is made out of cheese, but since those short weeks at Space Camp, I think I've fallen without hope of ever hitting ground for you.
Will you free me from this oxygen-less vacuum and agree to meet at the aeronautics museum on Friday at 4?
My heart is a star going supernova for you Penny. I'll be the Captain Kirk to your Enterprise, and we'll warp speed to a dimension where your mom can't reach us.
Love,
William
(P.S. I'm sorry I split an atom on your front lawn. I was trying to prove my love, but I can understand why your parents misunderstood, given the crater and radioactivity and all.)
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