Sunday, 8:00 am
Dearest, or should I say “honey”?
Yesterday was a very nice surprise to have breakfast with you and go the the farmer’s market. When I arrived to pick you up, you were wearing only a towel. I so much wanted to grab you, to hold you, and to make love to you. You are so beautiful to me, and I desire you so.
Yes, I was jealous of your ex at breakfast, because he has your love. You have said you broke up because you could not live together, but not because you don’t love him. I want your love for myself. So, I am jealous that he has (or had) something I don’t. I fear I may never have your love.
I sent you a text last night I wasn’t sure I should send. I did (and do) want you to spend the night with me – in my arms. I want to hold you close and comfort you. And I want you to comfort me. I look forward to seeing you this afternoon even though we have a daunting task. I am undecided about how much assistance to offer you. I know you will refuse it at first, but it may be the only way for you to survive financially. My love you always.
