For her, I’d give up everything. If I could magically wish away my reality, I would.
When I’m holding her, we’re like a smoldering flame melting into one another.
Her laughter, like a child’s. She makes me feel like a boy again. A naughty boy.
She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever known. I know my parents wouldn’t approve, although dad would love a roll in the hay with Marilyn.
God! How I hate that man! I’d walk out on him and everybody else if I could.
Dear Caroline and John,
Forgive me. I can’t help myself.
All my love,