October 26, 2012

My dearest,

I’m chatting with your best friend when he tells me he wants to nap. Before he signs off, he tells me to enjoy dinner, and to kiss you in the food court.

I smile and type back, “Sure.”

Of course, you’d kill me if I did that, kiss you in public. You loathe PDA and folks who wilfully engage in it. Still. It would be quite fun, wouldn’t it, if I did just that?

I could always blame your best friend.

Yours, ever and always.