Dear Mr. (Sexy) Elba,
I have been a true fan of yours since 2004 when I first got into watching The Wire on BET late night. I caught onto the story and characters pretty quickly, but it was you who stood out to me. Standing tall like a Nubian statue carved out of marble, you possess poise, charm, and a strut that would make male runway fashion models jealous. Right then began my mission to keep up with your work on screen. And the rewards have been plentiful as you are becoming a mega movie and television star! However, I have also noticed a bit of a trend in your filmography that is not sitting well with me. Your characters often come to tragic endings.
I didn't talk to anyone for a good two hours after I saw you die in The Reaping and though I was giving your characters in 28 Weeks Later and American Gangster the extreme side eye, I didn't want to see them die. It was a breath of fresh air to see you taking charge as the sexy, protective detective in Prom Night, but you again met your demise in The Losers and in Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance (which although I know you went out like a hero, I refused to finish, by the way, after I inquired whether you survived). While these character deaths don't take away from your amazing acting and shine on the screen, I do hope that I see you riding off into the figurative sunset at the end of the upcoming Prometheus and Pacific Rim films. And then maybe, one day, we can ride off into the sunset...together.
Your biggest (and not in the least bit awkward) fan,
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