My Love
Hi, Love.
I've never called you that before. Is it too bold? Forgive me. I guess I just wanted to know how it feels. It's not like I'm going to call you that every time I talk to you, right?
To be honest, today is one of those days when I don't even know who I'm talking to. I think about you, and think about you, and think about you again. Thinking, thinking, thinking, it seems that's all I do lately. You know, I'll confess something: I'm dying to kiss you. Even if it's just once. I think I should have done it back then, and that's why I'm like this now. Pathetic, thinking about your lips, oh my god.
Tell me, love, did you ever feel the same? Something tells me you did. Nothing holds you back, you never apologize; in part, I get the feeling it's because you don't believe you're doing anything wrong. Silly me, the one who does have scruples!!! Silly, silly, silly. I should have let you do it, I should have let you kiss me. But only once. Any more would have been dangerous for me. Though if we're being honest, I was already deep in the wolf's jaws. Some days I wish I were still in there.
Love, love, love, love... let me say it as many times as I want today, because I don't think I'll be able to call you that again, my love.