Dear Victor
I don't know where to begin. When I think back of what we shared in our cove just three months aga, I never, ever, would have gueesed I'd be writing you a letter like this one. No girl in her right mind would waste her time. No girl in her right mind would deny the obvious message you've sent through your three months of silence. I've been searching my heart tonight to connect with what I truly feel, digging deep into my very soul, and, Victor, the truth that lives in me is this: even after everythhing I've learned about you - your despicable behavior all summer, I still want you. I still love you. You don't know how much I've missed you, how much I've longed for your hands and soft mouth to be on my body again. I thought I knew you, Victor. Knew what you were and, more importantly, weren't capble of. I never thought you capable of betrrayal, or deliberate cruelty. But I've never seen you tested before, tested away from me. The way you looked at me, the way we planned our future. How can it be true? Oh god, Victor. I know that you love me... or at least that you loved me when we were together. I need so badly to hear your voice, if only in a letter. One letter. Do you really want to be rid of me? Or... do we still have a chance? With hope, Ashely
I don't know where to begin. When I think back of what we shared in our cove just three months aga, I never, ever, would have gueesed I'd be writing you a letter like this one. No girl in her right mind would waste her time. No girl in her right mind would deny the obvious message you've sent through your three months of silence. I've been searching my heart tonight to connect with what I truly feel, digging deep into my very soul, and, Victor, the truth that lives in me is this: even after everythhing I've learned about you - your despicable behavior all summer, I still want you. I still love you. You don't know how much I've missed you, how much I've longed for your hands and soft mouth to be on my body again. I thought I knew you, Victor. Knew what you were and, more importantly, weren't capble of. I never thought you capable of betrrayal, or deliberate cruelty. But I've never seen you tested before, tested away from me. The way you looked at me, the way we planned our future. How can it be true? Oh god, Victor. I know that you love me... or at least that you loved me when we were together. I need so badly to hear your voice, if only in a letter. One letter. Do you really want to be rid of me? Or... do we still have a chance? With hope, Ashely