Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Love Letter From Myrtle to Tom
Dear Tom,
It seems to me that we haven’t touched in a while. A pity, since I miss you dearly. Wilson is being just a complete annoyance. I can't stand this dull marriage any more. I regret my marriage every single day. I thought he was a gentleman, like I have told you before. He is so cheap and a complete lie from what I had thought of him to be. Eleven, long lonely, trapped years of living in that garage with a man I do not love. It was you Tom, it was you who I fell deeply in love with.
I miss you, Tom. I miss the excitement, the passion, the romance we have. I love your generosity. That dog you bought me, Wilson would have never been so keen to my spontaneity. You accept me for the person I am. I may just be a mistress in your eyes, but in my eyes, I am your escape. Your guilty pleasure. To me, your big, open arms are my escape from my troubles. I love to get away from that horrible place. The city and all its excitement was meant for me. You were meant for me. You make me feel thrilling, and I feel alive when I am with you. Your big, tough nature. Your handsome features. Your toughness. It is everything I am attracted to. You may be a tad on the rough side on occasion, but I accept you for you. Your flaws are what make you human, and as a woman, I accept them completely. Oh, how I wish I had met you before my loaf of a husband. Take me away Tom. Leave Daisy and take me. Take me away with all the happiness you bring me. I love you.
Love always,
Myrtle
It seems to me that we haven’t touched in a while. A pity, since I miss you dearly. Wilson is being just a complete annoyance. I can't stand this dull marriage any more. I regret my marriage every single day. I thought he was a gentleman, like I have told you before. He is so cheap and a complete lie from what I had thought of him to be. Eleven, long lonely, trapped years of living in that garage with a man I do not love. It was you Tom, it was you who I fell deeply in love with.
I miss you, Tom. I miss the excitement, the passion, the romance we have. I love your generosity. That dog you bought me, Wilson would have never been so keen to my spontaneity. You accept me for the person I am. I may just be a mistress in your eyes, but in my eyes, I am your escape. Your guilty pleasure. To me, your big, open arms are my escape from my troubles. I love to get away from that horrible place. The city and all its excitement was meant for me. You were meant for me. You make me feel thrilling, and I feel alive when I am with you. Your big, tough nature. Your handsome features. Your toughness. It is everything I am attracted to. You may be a tad on the rough side on occasion, but I accept you for you. Your flaws are what make you human, and as a woman, I accept them completely. Oh, how I wish I had met you before my loaf of a husband. Take me away Tom. Leave Daisy and take me. Take me away with all the happiness you bring me. I love you.
Love always,
Myrtle
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