Spam!

loooooooooooolmg

“spam”

oops.

Serves me right, trying to write in a voice not-quite my own.

FWIW, I've been having to try not to laugh ever since discovering that typo. Hope you'd get a kick out of it, too, if you noticed it… though I did fix it, lol.

And now the Spam song is thoroughly stuck in my head.

lol.

Well. That wasn't one of my better efforts, anyways. I'd had the basic shape of it in my head for a few days, melding a couple fantasies I have (I really do wonder about that night we went to get your spare key, love… how close were we to falling right then and there? What would be different now if we had? That was before I completely lost my mind, but my crush on you was fully developed…). But even as I was writing it, it felt a bit forced. I think… I wanted to write it because it had been kicking around in my head for a few days, but… I wasn't… overwhelmed, like I sometimes get (by the lust… I don't even remember the last time I wasn't overwhelmed by the love…). So… it was a bit forced. 🤷‍♂️

If anything, accidentally writing about spam racking through your body made it better, lol.

That said, I truly do hope that you love your body — love yourself — as much as I do. You don't have to give it as much attention as I would, lol… But it's no exaggeration when I suggest that some part or another of you is perfect. They are. All of you is. Always has been, always will be, whatever changes might occur. From the tips of your hairs to the tips of your toes. Every single last bit of you is deserving of love… your own love, just as much as mine, if not more.

Well. I may back off on the sexy-times posts for a bit, anyways. Maybe. I guess the truth is that I don't ever really know where my mood is going to take me… except that it's going to take me to you, one way or the other. We'll see.

I look forward to seeing you soon, my love. I know it won't last anywhere near long enough, but… it never does. It never can. But I will always take what I can get.

Goodnight, love. Or good morning. Or good whatever it is.

Love you.