Look, I know how it goes. There are bills to pay and laundry
to fold and children to taxi about; you don’t always have the time or the energy
to get to the important stuff that’s just for you.
We’re all busy with life, and I understand that I can’t
expect you to be available all the time.
The thing is, I thought we had a deal – I slog through the
work every day, and you reward my perseverance with an appearance or two every
once in awhile. It’s been a few months now (4 actually), and I still haven’t
seen you once. Last week I was sure you were coming. I bought your favorite tea
and some wonderful chocolates, but I was disappointed again. I missed you so
much that I must have imagined your scent of honey and sweat.
I’d love to sit and chat for hours, but even just a few
minutes of your sweet company would do wonders for my mood. Please come for a