Dear Hot Water,
When you came back to me on Friday, after being away for a month. I was overjoyed. Our connection was back, and I felt whole again.
Our love was growing strong once more. We frolicked in the morning, we bathed in pleasure in the afternoon. We made a serious date for this evening to read magazines together, soaking in the bliss of steamy bubble vanilla scented heaven.
But this morning, what did I do? Why did you leave? You didnt even wait for me to finish shaving my legs. Did you not feel the love? Was it because my leg hair had gotten that long to begin with?
I know I was told there would be a chance you would leave again real soon, but I was hoping you loved me as much as I loved you.
Please come back to me. I will be good, I promise.