It all started last summer when I responded to your message on Reddit. You were looking for someone to eat donuts and talk. I can still taste and smell the coffee and donut we had that first time. I always leaned on women, but somehow I fell for you. All my defenses and pride crumbled just by you looking at me with those deep, experienced eyes. You're eight years older than me, but I've never met someone with that level of maturity. Being with you has taught me how to deal with things, people, and unexpected events.

You always speak with a smile and directness. I've never heard you curse or make fun of anyone, something I never thought was possible. I thought it was all an act, but in getting to know you, I fell so hard that when I realized how deep I was, you already had my heart.

The way you talk, smile, smell, dress, and even listen to topics I usually have no interest in, like when you told me the story of Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z, is fascinating to me.

You broke my heart into so many fragments that I am barely able to collect myself enough to show up for work. I never knew someone I met on Reddit could mean so much to me. I was happy, and I never doubted anything you told me. My gut was screaming and telling me something was wrong, but I ignored it.

Even when everything fell apart, you still had that composure and unwavering righteousness. When everything was falling apart for me, you just showed up neatly dressed with that face that hides thousands of lies. How did you even make me agree? Did you break me so badly that I am incapable of reacting and thinking for myself? Perhaps not. No, I do not regret coming back to you.

Now that we're back together, I finally know the real you, Marco G.

You find it quite hot that I sleep with women. It's probably your fetish. We agreed that my fascination and desire for women can be kept with our current relationship.

I have never felt better or understood in my life before, though I am still too inexperienced to fully comprehend what life and all of this is.

I know you are here, probably reading something kinky. Later today, I will write about our encounter. I wonder if you will read that too.

Lovingly yours,

Miss M, R.