where are you?

Today I mailed the love letter I wrote to you.
Postage? Oh, no, there wasn't a need for that.
Well, I sent it by a red balloon of course.
How else should one mail such a thing?
What do you mean you won't get it?
Well, yes, I suppose there's a good chance someone else will find those floating feelings, but we both know what the letter said.
You don't have to have read it to know, just look in these hazel eyes.