Love is a Red Balloon

Imagine living in the clouds of Venus --- As far as I can work out, from examining my whole life in its complete entirety so far, humans are loud, smelly, and annoying. If it weren't for them, and all their endless banality (my new favourite word), I'd be able to get in a lot more important thinking. Being clever is already really hard, without these distractions all the blinking time. Mum says that I should lighten up a bit and not take everything so literally, but that's just silly. Sometimes Mum can be super annoying. And then there's the Red Balloon, which just appeared out of thin air and now I'm having all these new and weird feelings. Feelings I've never had before and would really rather not be having now, thank you very much. Emotions aren't really my thing. I'm better with colours. Big fan of colours. Big fan. Sometimes (well, all the time, nearly), life can be totally super odd and confusing. Which is why I'm writing to you, because I think that I might be in, well... love, and you're the only one who can fix it.