Dear Diary,
Today, of all days, indeed, I fell wildly, passionately, irreparably in love with a man. A tender player of the trumpet, naturally, though he possessed no such weapon of sweet seduction between his rugged hands, just sheer captivating charms exuding from his bottomless eyes, and trite anecdotes of sweet poetry, pure lust and eternal desires, unending. So dear diary, of all my own, I fell in love today and in all honesty it was entirely, eternally unavoidable...
So, now, naturally, the game playing shall ensue. The first card of my love has been played, let's pull the sweet poker face down over my brow, and play on, long into the eternal night of dreamers' sweet cries.
I'll keep you posted baby, but he, of all the hes I have ever desired, he shall be mine. Forever more.
All my love, always and ever more,
Louise
Today, of all days, indeed, I fell wildly, passionately, irreparably in love with a man. A tender player of the trumpet, naturally, though he possessed no such weapon of sweet seduction between his rugged hands, just sheer captivating charms exuding from his bottomless eyes, and trite anecdotes of sweet poetry, pure lust and eternal desires, unending. So dear diary, of all my own, I fell in love today and in all honesty it was entirely, eternally unavoidable...
So, now, naturally, the game playing shall ensue. The first card of my love has been played, let's pull the sweet poker face down over my brow, and play on, long into the eternal night of dreamers' sweet cries.
I'll keep you posted baby, but he, of all the hes I have ever desired, he shall be mine. Forever more.
All my love, always and ever more,
Louise
