Dear June,
My sweet and salty girl you are something else. If people ask me if I could survive being trapped on an island or locked in a closet and I say yes it is with you in mind.
You're still so damn sexy.
I suppose if the right circumstances presented them I would show you. I was kind of disappointed, kind of glad you haven't hugged me when I have seen you. You might have known what I thought even if I kept a straight face.
That is one thing girls never have to worry about. Don't get me wrong, I love being a man and wouldn't want to be a woman. It looks much harder to me and I figure why make life more difficult than it already is.
Anyway, I have all sorts of interesting images in my head now, some of them are with clothes and some are without. I do miss lying in bed with you and talking among other things. Who knows what tomorrow holds or who holds each other tomorrow.
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