Darling, I fell asleep again in the middle of writing you. I get so tired and I close my eyes – and woosh, I’m off to that warm, dark quiet cloud. And I don’t even hear Inspector Barnaby arrest the killer. I mean, there sure are a lot of murders in the Midsomer area, aren’t there? Why are their real estate values still so high?
So let’s just consider that I’ve already told you all the things I needed to say and just get to the heart of it: I love you with all the petals I can get my hands on. Can’t help it. Sweet dreams, Dreamy Dear. So warm and dark and Sweet.
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So appreciated. So loved. So flowery. Keep the flowers coming.