Dear You (Potentially the most perfect creature I’ve ever encountered, let alone sexed/spoken/been friends with),
Now that I’ve said that, I say this. I saw someone who looked like you the other day. Then they smiled. It was that same quirky, slightly off-center, goofy smile you smile. Done for.
I let myself get lost in the You That Wasn’t You. I let you get to me, again. I like the way it feels when you get to me.
So now you’ve gotten to me. Before I left you, you got to me. Then you got to me again after. Even though you weren’t even there.
You Who Wasn’t You and I had skype sex. It was the best orgasm I’ve had since I left. So thank YOU and thank You Who Wasn’t You. The two of you made my night.