My love. Im sorry if I’ve previously used this picture of your luscious dick. Also, I’m not sorry.

I did not speak with you last night. I did not speak with you this morning. I did not mean for this to happen. I realize I could call you now, or even suggest to you to give me a call—but I’ve decided not to. At this point, I have already lost my mind. I have collapsed into a pile of flesh that yearns for your flesh. But I have become resilient. My thirst is satiated by thirst.

I miss your voice. I miss your face. I love missing you, but I never miss missing you. I can’t wait to see you.