Enjoy this wholesome/dorky/horny chapter of back and forth letters/poems because its canon Vi writes Cait letters and Cait writes Vi poems. Theyre both 18, but theyre in high school. Trans Cait supremacy.
Youre a real Shakespeare, ill give you that. Is the dance where you will finally see me not as a bother, but your girlfriend? Will we be able to take the makeup off our necks and exist as a couple?
Our love is an infinity,
Our love will not bend or bow.
Youre my past, present, future.
You are my woe.
I will not yield,
You weild my heart.
Youre so corny. I couldnt love you more if i tried. It hurts when it feels like im just a grain of salt on a shit day, but it feels even better when im in your arms. When you play with my hair, and make me feel like the prettiest girl in the world.
Your beauty is unlike any other,
Yor hear shines brighter than gold,
Can you be my childs mother?
I know thats rather bold.
Weve been holding hands since we met, kissed until we couldnt deny our passion, and you think thats bold? Its pretty on brand honestly. And sure, i would love that actually.
As highschool draws to an end,
The summer askew,
I would love to touch the morning dew,
I would love for our wills to bend.
In that morning,
Sun shining high,
Beaming smiles our faces adorning,
We shall both sigh.
Relief and pleasure,
Both ledgers.
You make porn romantic what the fuck. But yeah, i can see it. Maybe it can be our final goodbye to this shit hole. We can restart and rebuild elsewhere. Away from everyone.
I may think with my dick,
But i can hear the clock tick,
The time is near,
I love you my dear.
