
Dear Dark Knight,
I have loved you since that one time you were in that one movie when you were little. You were a rich spoiled kid, who got lost from his parents in during World War II, then you went to a concentration camp, then you found your parents again.
I forgot about you for a little while, but there you were again. In that one movie with all of the sisters that makes me cry every freaking time because Beth dies. I love that movie so much, I identified with Amy so I loved that you married her and not Jo. Jo was much too masculine.
Then you did some scary psycho movie, I did not see it since I couldn't come to grips with how my lover from the sister movie could ever play such a nightmare of a person.
I'm pretty sure you've been in other films but really my love was renewed a couple of years ago when you played that rich guy who dresses up like a bat and drives a pretty cool car.
Well last week my love was once again confirmed when I saw you fight against that one guy who jokes around and wears make-up. I really, really love you. I especially love your gorgeous penthouse and your gorgeous car that you trashed while saving that piece of crap accountant of yours. However your lisp was driving me nuts when you were "disguising" your voice. I will try to over look it though.
Love always.
AFC