Dear Love,
I love how I'm constantly telling myself move on, forget about him, he's an asshole. this is ridiculous you barely knew him. its not like we slept together. Yet, here I am awaken by another erotically stimulating dream of you. Sometimes I hate them only because the longing in my soul is pure torment. Yet lately I refuse to get up too soon. I am fully aware that the dreams are a fantasy but for me to dream of someone for this long is a little much. Sometimes I wake up wondering if you dream of me...some of the scenery suddenly becomes more your taste than mine.What the heck...who ever makes sense of the dream world. I also realize I can't control what I dream either so I think that just adds to the torment. I do enjoy the dreams though, if you're even half as good in real life as you are in the dreams...I'm in trouble. I really don't know what more to say on that. Alright I think I'll end it right like this. I'm tried now so I'm going back to sleep can not wait.
Hope your day was spectacular! I love you and miss you.
As always I'm here if you need me. me
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