Dear FRIEND,
don’t know how you ever managed to do the otherwise seemingly impossible and ruin our chances of getting married at any given moment during the next 900 years or so. So congratulations. What you said/did to me not only effected my creativity, but also the happiness of those who enjoy reading what I write for their enjoyment. You are the very first I ever allowed to get away with what you said/did to me, before I actually chose to remain FRIENDS (first time for everything). And just to prove the point that I mean what I say about us being FRIENDS, even though what you said/did to me also seriously effected the QUALITY of our relationship forevermore (even as FRIENDS), I will still answer the door even though I will already be well aware it is you who is knocking on it. As far as the future possibility of marriage goes at this point, just give me 600 years to wipe the spit out of my eye and then 300 more years to try to continue to forgive you completely. Look on the bright side, at least we are still FRIENDS. I wish you were a guy just so I could call you a son of a bitch.
Your FRIEND 4ever = )
My very own little golden book for adults. 