My German friend, the Holographic universe reader, its your young Italian friend. I left the job I was at when i last wrote. I’m now a little bit more successful. In the months past I’ve studied more and reaped the benefits. You were always so clever, you could see I was too even if at the time I’d not known it myself.
Just wanted to let you know that I finally understand, I finally see it.

For some reason I’m remembering a time when you wanted to be inside me in more than one way, and you made a “toy” for me. I remember telling you how much I liked it because you wanted to just stare at it slightly peaking out of me, the way you’d crafted it allowed me pleasure as you twisted it inside me: a screw, in more than one way. How I enjoyed that. Then the f******. I enjoyed it because I could see how much you liked my being at your mercy.
All we have now are memories of something incredible that we had a long time ago. I think you miss it too and I’m wet just thinking about it, even if all they are are memories. They say that the brain is a s***** organ. At least the memories are proof if nothing else.
Part of me is sure you’ll read this and that you read my last message.

Interesting how I hadn’t thought about you like this nor how I could get in touch like this. I will probably comeback in another few months to give you more snippets of my life and my mind.
I wanted you inside me. Sometimes the memories are so strong I can physically remember. Sometimes I take help. Chemistry. Memories making me wet.
Do you ever want to go back in time to “us”?
It’s probably a good thing it’s just sci-fi eh?