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May 1st 2009

5:01 a.m. :: 2009-05-01

Friday, May 1st 2009 at 3:55am
Jeremy,
I've been thinking about you obsessively all day. I was bouncing off the walls with happiness after you left. I was playing music. I've been playing music a lot today actually. I found myself singing, and even drawing, and writing, and researching, and working again on memorizing my poem. By goodness, my love, you do make me happy.
The feel of your skin, the sound of your laughter, the scent of your sweat, the melody of your voice as you sing, the passion in the motion of your hips, the taste of your salty cum, the unsettled feeling in my stomach where I digested your baby-making juices, the expressions painted on your face, the emotion in your eyes, the love in your embrace, the indecision in your words... Ah, it's all so lovely, memorable, enjoyable, intoxicating...
I told my mother and brother both about how I feel about you, and how I want to be with you still. Both of them objected, and I held my ground anyway. I'm willing to defend you, to take care of you, to rub you, suck you off, cook for you, work for you, clean for you, listen to you, talk to you, adapt for you. I'm willing to change for you. In fact, I am changing.
Over the past week I've become dead-set on becoming a nutritionist. According to the web and multiple different websites, the average nutritionist makes between forty-five thousand and fifty thousand a year. That's about what my father makes. That's enough to support a household. Would you home school my children with me? Would you keep the house clean, and cook me dinner after work? Would you buy groceries and keep track of what needs buying and what I'd like you to make? It seems... Strange to consider. But like I've said, if I were a man, I'd want a housewife. I don't want to both make the money, and clean and cook and raise children all at once. At least not the majority of more than half of those, you know?
I don't want to come home after work to an empty house, or a dirty house. If you're my stay-at-home husband... Oh, oh, oh. The more I think about this, the more I almost like the concept. Except, this only applies to my fantasy where I'm a health advisor, and I make good money and love my job. So, you'd still have to be willing to go to college and get a part time job while I'm getting my degree for that. In the mean time though, I want to become a Yogi, I can probably accomplish that within a year and make some side money off of it. Probably nothing I could live off of though.
So, if you want this possible future I've laid out, you have to be willing to get a job part time and come to college with me. If you can do that, when I graduate and become a nutritionist, then I'll support you and our children. Why not? As long as you're willing to take the role I've been dreaming of just as seriously as I would. I can demonstrate in the years leading up to how seriously I take the role. I actually look forward to showing you. I feel like you deserve it.
I want to... dread your hair, get you in college, keep you in college by motivating you, draw pretty pictures for you, wash your hair, give you a really good pedicure, meditate with you, go running with you, take long walks beside you, discuss the universe, the past, the present, and us... I want to fix your teeth, buy you new clothing, work out with you daily, massage you, cook you something that makes your mouth water for more, sing to you something so beautiful that you cry, kiss you so gently and sweetly that you moan, tease you for so long that you cum after two strokes of my pussy, inspire you so much that your friends seem dull in comparison...
I want to read to you aloud, play video games with you, listen to music with you, critique poetry with you, complete college assignments with you, go to the mall with you, go out to eat with you, draw beside you, stroke you to sleep, surprise you with something extra special, make you feel like you're the most important person in the world every day and on holidays. I want to hold you, be held by you, tackle you, kiss you, and massage your feet after a long walk.
I want to go to Allen Town with you and discuss artwork with you. I want to go on the garden walk with you and admire flowers. I want to go to Thursday in the Square with you and play hacky sack. I want to go to the card shop with you and play magic. I want to go to Bidwell with you and practice sparring each other. I want to go to Shakespeare in the park with you and analyze their acting abilities and the meaning of the play. I want to take you ice skating, to Darian Lake, to a water park, to a hotel, to a beach, to... Wherever you want to be taken.
I want to inspire the best in you.
Wanting those things however is pretty useless. Why don't you let me do these things?

Loving you, thinking of you,
Sincerely and most hopefully,
Grateful and most blissful intoxicated with thoughts of you,
Raederle Phoenix

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