Dear Lucifer,
By the time you read this letter, I will be far away.
I'm sorry it had to end this way.
Like I said, we have a love hate thingy.
Perhaps it's only me, I love and hate you at the same time.
I can't seem to make up my mind.
It's like there is a constant struggle of the opposites.
I know, I took cheap shots at you.
I'm immature. But I can't help to think what a perfect piece of literature that was.
I probably have a mental age of 16 and I can't seemed to change that.
You should know by now that I am trouble.
And you need to stay away, no matter what.
Looks like our lives are going off on a tangent now.
You are in a boring, but soon to be serious relationship.
If my calculations are correct, marriage for you and your girl will be next year!
Like I said, if she is the one, at our age, you get hitched within 6 months.
As for me, I have a 6 ft 3 platinum blonde, a brainy brunette and a yummy Thai boy toy that's all vying for my attention. Plus there's Lucifasian, who I've been hanging out with the most and is probably closer to a perfect match than my toys. Tennis, Rollerblading, Piano lessons...etc...and the list goes on. Hopefully, he doesn't realize that we're a match until I finished playing with all the toys. Lol.
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