Letter fifty six: I have five minutes left to write til it's the next day, I love you so so much
Letter fifty seven: I love love love LOVE when you play with my hair the way you did today. I felt like a puppy and after all that's all I really want, your so MMMMMMMM !!!!!
Letter fifty eight: I thought about what I would do if there was a sudden apocalypse, and my first thought was that I would want to share a kiss with you or have sex just once before I die, it kind of reminds me of the same sentiment break up sex has. It's like a very pure form of graduation from life, a turning point if you will. I actually find sex very pure, I find the naked body pure because it's the natural state of beauty without any inherent social constructs connected to it, it's just a state of human being. And as for sex itself, it's putting your personal driving interests into a form of vulnerability and turning it into passion, with that logic no matter how dirty the dirt is pure.
