Dear Babe,

Hmmm! Time, capacity plus triple aptitude have ultimately compelled my hands and brain to dance robotically on this interlocutory medium. This is phenomenal, not inexplicable however. It is simply happening because I love you extemporaneously, and as I position myself horizontally to the wall and perpendicular to the ground.

I only think of you, since you are a fantastic, fabulous lady and a queen in the making but baby, please stop haranguing with the feelings in my heart because I love you more than a rat loves fish. To me, each day starts by thinking of you and ends by dreaming of you. Each time I see you, my metabolism suddenly stops and my peristalsis goes in reverse gear. My medulla-oblongata also stop functioning.

Crazy! Crazy!! Crazy!!! you may say but this is true. If only you knew what is going on in my encephalon, you would understand how very well I adore you. If words of love could ride a bicycle, I would be competing against Cristiano Ronaldo.

That’s why I need to see you as soon as possible since you have promised to visit. I think I have to pen-off here because I still haven’t finished studying electrolysis and polymerization. Catch you pa-later. Sleep tight and don’t let those bed bugs ever bite you because you are too sweet a queen for them.

Yours ever 

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