Eventually, it was as much a part of my day as sleeping and
eating. After breakfast, before heading out the door for work, I would sit down
and write, or rather type a short note to her.
The tone varied wildly. Some days it was sweet, thanking her
for her and being a part of my life.
And others, it was pretty much porn, describing in some
detail a carnal act I wanted to perform on her.
And then I’d hit send, and my wife would wake up to a love
letter.
Thankfully, so far, she hasn’t discovered the BCC.
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