I’m writing this letter to tell how much I love you!
Even though you’re bad for me, I still love you and want you. I wouldn’t mind having you at any time, however you are.
How can I begin to describe you. I’ll mention what I like about you: your warmth, your softness, your stiffness, your sweetness, the contrast of your saltiness, your amber color, the way you make me dirty and make my hands, fingers and beard sticky and sweet, and how happy you eventually make me. You make me utter sounds I tend to keep locked away.
I have to apologize for trying to mess with you, for trying to change you. It was a disastrous idea. I should’ve known I wouldn’t get the same result. I messed up and we ended up apart. I, having none of you, and you in the trash can.