Hi Gillette,
I miss you. Well truth be told, I miss the old you. I don't want to badger or boar you, but you've changed, and not for the better sweetheart. You used to be so good for me. You were so well put together, so good looking and classy, your shine would light up a room, but you let yourself go...and that's when you started to hurt me. Hurt me bad.
Look at yourself in the mirror. You look like a tramp now, Some fake plastic toy-thing that comes and goes. You used to be so elegant and now you are so trashy. When I would touch you, you felt so good, silky smooth and oh so rich. Now when I touch you, you're all bumpy and those rubberized implants you got just don't look good.
At first, I told myself I was just being old fashioned and that change was good. That we would change together and it would be better for both of us. But that's not how it worked out is it? It was better for you sweetie, much better, but it was much worse for me. Remember when you said you wanted loyalty, did I not give it to you? And what did I get in return? Nothing but a pain in my neck and endless irritation.
Remember how comfortable we used to be together? No matter how close we were, or how many times we were together we were always comfy...nothing could come between us. But now look at us, my face just burns if I even think about you.
I want you back sweetheart, but only if it's the "old" you. The "new" you can move to China for all I care.
I don't want us to just scrape by anymore, I don't want you to irritate me anymore, No more three days with me, and then you're gone, I don't want to keep having to replace you, I just don't want any more bumps in our relationship.
I just want us to be close again, closer than we've ever been, I will not sacrifice my comfort either, I hope you understand.
Milady, I've got good news, we just need to get back on trac. I don't want to be a spoiler here, but I want us to move at superspeed and get our flare back. So mach my words, I want us to excel together and create a lasting fusion, so lets cut out the bullschick, make some progress in the near futur and have the vision to inject some goodwill.
Thanks,
Baba (Jim)
P.S. I'm not a fatboy anymore, I'm slim and adjustable.
Feel free to put your own slant on this story.
I miss you. Well truth be told, I miss the old you. I don't want to badger or boar you, but you've changed, and not for the better sweetheart. You used to be so good for me. You were so well put together, so good looking and classy, your shine would light up a room, but you let yourself go...and that's when you started to hurt me. Hurt me bad.
Look at yourself in the mirror. You look like a tramp now, Some fake plastic toy-thing that comes and goes. You used to be so elegant and now you are so trashy. When I would touch you, you felt so good, silky smooth and oh so rich. Now when I touch you, you're all bumpy and those rubberized implants you got just don't look good.
At first, I told myself I was just being old fashioned and that change was good. That we would change together and it would be better for both of us. But that's not how it worked out is it? It was better for you sweetie, much better, but it was much worse for me. Remember when you said you wanted loyalty, did I not give it to you? And what did I get in return? Nothing but a pain in my neck and endless irritation.
Remember how comfortable we used to be together? No matter how close we were, or how many times we were together we were always comfy...nothing could come between us. But now look at us, my face just burns if I even think about you.
I want you back sweetheart, but only if it's the "old" you. The "new" you can move to China for all I care.
I don't want us to just scrape by anymore, I don't want you to irritate me anymore, No more three days with me, and then you're gone, I don't want to keep having to replace you, I just don't want any more bumps in our relationship.
I just want us to be close again, closer than we've ever been, I will not sacrifice my comfort either, I hope you understand.
Milady, I've got good news, we just need to get back on trac. I don't want to be a spoiler here, but I want us to move at superspeed and get our flare back. So mach my words, I want us to excel together and create a lasting fusion, so lets cut out the bullschick, make some progress in the near futur and have the vision to inject some goodwill.
Thanks,
Baba (Jim)
P.S. I'm not a fatboy anymore, I'm slim and adjustable.
Feel free to put your own slant on this story.
