"My dearest Greg,
You have not returned any of the calls I've made. That is why I am writing this letter to you.
I hope you'll see it in your heart to forgive me. I should have realized that you were too drunk to know what you were saying. I only did and said those things because I thought it was what you wanted. It made me sick inside to hurt you. I gained no pleasure out of it at all. I did it all for you.
Would a man who has given you all these flowers, taken you out to dinner and shows, want to hurt you?
I say NO. I gave you all those things because I want to be with only you.
You are so beautiful. I could spend hours just looking at your body. Watching the sweat make your muscles glisten while you work out. The way your shirts form around your biceps, accenting their strength. Just thinking about your body turns me on.
Do you think for one moment that a runt like me could overpower a man like you?Get real. You could snap me in two.
I will take all the blame though. Do not push me away. I do care about you. I only want what's best for you...for us.
Please give me a call. Even if it's just to tell me to go away. I need to know if we are all right.
I'm thinking about the time when we were at dinner. How I made you laugh so hard while you were drinking your wine, it shot out your nose. That was hilarious.
After dinner, the two of us slow dancing.
I need to be with you.
From now on, it will be different. I will be more in-tune with your true feelings. Not just what you say when you're drunk. Your true feelings.
Please, let me back into your life. Let me be the one to care about you. No one will ever feel about you the way that I do. No one else has that kind of passion, that desire.
Enjoy the roses. I know they're your favorites.
I wish I could be like those roses.
One of your favorites.
Please call.
Your foolish lover,
Steve."
I put the letter down and picked up the phone.
