Dearest Kryptonite,
It was intrigue at first sight.
From the bad boy aura you wore when you walked in that first day, the way you were with family — loving and playful, to the charming friendliness and politeness you expressed in your interactions with me, devoid of any forcefulness; I was enchanted enough to want more of you.
Subsequently, our rendezvous have been both less and more than I anticipated.
You’re not exactly prince charming or about the kind stuff I had on my list of what to expect from you, but I have observed that being kind and sensitive come naturally to you, and I find these qualities quite attractive.
When I’m with you, time is suspended; it’s just you, a perfect gentleman, savagely sexual and me in my truest and wildest form, and I can’t help but want more.
While I had considered it foolhardy, I have come to like the thought of you, your company, our banters, being naughty with and for you, and the effortless friendship you offer. Conversations with you are easy, natural, insightful and without bias, our chemistry is solid, and we operate in the same sexual frequency.
Thanks to my ‘attract rakes’ radar and romantic heart, I have fallen for you, and unfortunately and fortunately for me as well, I have to remember that some things aren’t meant to be, just to be cherished as long as they lasted, and broken off before feelings got sour. Even though there’s no perfect match, I understand that you can’t give me what I need — commitment and longevity.
For us, it was passion for passion, fire for fire and raw need savagely met with raw need, but as the saying goes “the brightest flame burns the quickest”, so our story ends.
A story written to never be forgotten, our short time together is one that will be remembered with secret knowing smiles, relishing the memory of what was.
Forever enchanted,
Your little baddie 🥵😈🔥💦💘
