L.G. I’m in love with you. Are you attractive? Not it the traditional sense no, but something about how you were Saturday night, I knew. I know we would be good together. I felt a connection. You had to have too. I didnt want you to go Sunday afternoon. Problem? Yup, I’m married to a member of your family (if you want to call it that we have never had s** but one time in our almost 5 year history as a couple). If you weren’t so damn loyal to your family, I’d say let’s run away. We could spend our days making love. And we could talk of nothing but cookies, tin ceilings, and Ritchie Valens. I know it will never happen. Maybe one day I’ll get the nerve to tell you. Just to get it off my chest. I’ll make sure I’m drunk so it just seems like I wasn’t serious.
