Public Posts and Private Souls

I wrote a helluva lot to a whole lotta girls irl. My first love letter delivered hand held to a lady was probably when I was 13 or 14. Maybe 15? Make that 14. 

She was my classmate. My former seatmate. She was not the fairest of them all. Top 3 or 4 for sure. She had black hair and white skin. A deadly combination.

She loved to play piano and loved to dance. She read romance novels and had a silly diary. I never held her hand. We were good friends.

I want to say so much. I don't mean to break her trust. What I would like to write may be closer to a lie.

Can feelings be real? Does she remember me? We talked at school hell of a lot. She was the eldest daughter. She had a younger brother and sister and another step brother.

This story is getting rather long with no point. Come to think of it, what is my point? Boink. Oink. Oink. Nothing at all I guess. Except I hope the woman I love by some mysterious stroke of luck happens to read this.

And even if for a second on a Friday, she will say, I was really an asshole for kissing that stupid smelly dick. Honey. I still love you. Moby misses licking your smelly delicious and nutritious fish. Winx winx oink boink. :)