2 months ago, I met this homeless gentleman and gave him money. He gave me a handshake in gratitude and that’s when I felt it. I had to marry him. I started giving him money everyday just for the sole purpose of feeling his hand touch mine again. I mustered all my life savings just to give him money everyday. By the 10th day he started giving me hugs and that just bonded us together even further. I don’t think he knows how much I love him. I started taking him to a restaurant and giving him everything he asked me for. I have sold my car and stolen from my wife’s bank account but I just can’t stop. I just want him on my bed, waiting with open legs for me to do some naughty things to him. I want to marry him, to see him in a bride outfit that I will buy for him and I want him to kiss me with a burning passion. All I want is to feel his lips connect with mine. But he left my hometown, he said he had to meet his children again. What does he mean, meet his children?! I got up every day at the break of morning just to see him. I sold my riches just to feel his hand, and he does this heart wrenching betrayal to me?! How dare he meet his children?! I’m more important than those scrawny bastards could ever be, and I would treat him so well! I have shed so many tears when I heard that he was going to move. I tried to get in contact with him, but I don’t know his phone number. Please, Henry. I need you in my life. I cannot live without you. My wife just doesn’t cut it anymore, I need you. She can’t ever love me as much as you would and I don’t feel anything for her anymore. I’ve never felt anything for her, just knowing that you are here. I would do anything to marry my Henry. Please, please, please! I will take my own life if it means I cannot be with my homeless Henry for eternity. PLEASE!!!!!!!!!! GET ME IN CONTACT WITH HENRY! PLEASE! I would kill just to feel his genitalia rub against my entrances!