In the blue light of his bedroom, Michael was enraptured with her and he told her so lustfully. They, immersed in heated pash, without the bastard dragging her down.
Dear B: I liked you too much. I was naÃƒÆ'Ã‚Â¯ve, believing your lies and that we were seriously bonded. Toxic is your middle name. I wonder if you have reflected on your emotional crimes.
Dear T: I'm glad we can talk again after years of injury. We had different visions for our lives but we created beauty.
Dear D: You are my world. Sometimes we're soul mates. But sometimes we're lost at sea without a paddle.