I miss you, you hunk for burning, shoot-guard'ing love... you asked me, "do you think about me?" The answer is a resounding 'yes' - I can do little else but think of you. Ever since that memorable dancing hippo spectacle when we feel in love, there is nothing on my mind but the virile contour of your regal African features, the tight but soft wrinkles of your lips, and the quivering of your eyes when you look into mine.
Around me, is nothing but a cast of tiresome, pedantic bores demanding that I make choices I care none about. I care for nothing but you, my one and only, and they are plotting to keep us apart. You're the only Evangelion I want to control, whatever Evangelions are, you're the copilot I dream of in Unit 02, and although my AT field, as described in Wikipedia, is the most powerful ever detected, strong enough to block out "light, magnetism, sub-atomic particles, everything" - my AT field does not have the strength to block out delicious thoughts of you.
Oh if only you could send me a sign...