Drunk.
This is the dirst time in a long time since I've been drunk. I went and hit the bottle in the catacombs, so I'm good. And toasted. I avoided sending emails to every woman I've thought about in an impure or relationship manner. This much I know.
But still, each one ends up visiting me in my dreams at least once a month, and I have many questions that I can never ask in phone calls. Past, present, whoever. I don't understand why any of you want to keep in contact. Some of you are in relationships of some sort, long term or not. I wonder why each and every one of you continues to think of me. I wonder really what impact I've had on your lives.
If I asked, would you leave your current man for me, even only if for a night of intense passion?
Don't post here. Email me. RIGHT HERE. This email only lasts for a week or two.
Hurry up and get drunk and tell me what you really think of me. What you really miss from me. I'll keep it private.
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