Dear diary,
Today, I’m sharing a love email (modern love letter) I sent to my beloved while at my mom’s Thanksgiving party.
Dearest love,
Dropping my cold persona to talk to you still feels different. But, how I adore to become your female. š š āŗļø It’s easy to do when I’m in your space and you’re transforming me with your hormones and your desire that becomes my desire to please you, like in my strange fantasy, oddly similar to your old fantasy, where I physically transform. Of course, I’ll elaborate: when I’m a mermaid and you touch me with your twin flame hand, my tail dissolves, leaving my naked legs behind for your enjoyment. Too much for a simple email, I know. But telling you this weird stuff becomes easy when I am away. Missing you breaks my shell, too.
Few things make me smile on this strange world. Even fewer things capture my attention. But only you and your energy entice me. Only you hypnotize me. Only you own me. I just got goose bumps! I love the way you own me! The way you hacked my body. It seems that what I was most afraid of is what I was meant to become, what I was meant to learn most from, what was going to make me most enlightened. Thank you for teaching me how to be a female. Thank you for leading me. Thank you for teaching me how to love. Thank you for feeling my inner form and transforming me with your sweet love. Thank you for coming into my life. I’m still so touched by your attention and your intentions for us.
I love you. I see you. I feel you. I’m grateful for you. I admire you. I honor you. My only wish is that I can make you feel at least half as good as you make me feel. In a way, I’m sure I do.
With love,
Your mermaid

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