Who Does That?

Sunday morning came way too quickly.  She did too, apparently.  So much so, that she actually woke up semi-refreshed.  I didn't bring up anything about what I overheard the night before.  I didn't want to give her the satisfaction.  I decided that I have to hold myself responsible: I'm that hot.  So who could blame…

Confessions, Pt. I

Dear Deluded, I thought it fitting to communicate via letter since that's how we communicated best.  I'm not trying to offend you, but I feel that there are some things I need to get off of my chest.  Nay, deserve to get off of my chest.  From a distance. From the first evening of your…