January 21, 2007
Dear Speed,
Already one step ahead of me on the suit? How did that happen? And does this mean you can't see me in the new dress until Valentine's Day? This is going to be torture, not to be able to see how handsome you look. But if that's the way you're going to be about it . . .
I appreciate your offer to not flirt around other girls so much, Speed. I truly do. However, there is one slight problem with you trying to stop. You don't even realize you're flirting with someone! It's like an innate talent with you, something that drew me to you in the first place.
Baby, I love everything about you. I want you to understand that. Your eyes, the way you comb your hair, your cologne, your smile . . . I couldn't ask for anyone else to be like you because there is only you. Even if another man were to look like you, he wouldn't be you. Only you could make my heart race and flutter and that, my love, is just with a single thought. When I'm near you . . .
And I must now tend to my laundry, dearest. I hope to hear from you soon.
All my love,
Trixie