To Lady E, About Lady H

  My Lady E, what a splendid month was it! The old time flies away like my youth. I'll never forget the summer of your bed, beach and booze. I know you loved me with blind eyes to my wrongful truths, so I can only hope that my fallen romance with Lady H will not break your heart and make you smile, for you know what a child I turn out to be when it's about a pretty pretty lady.

  I met her in a coffee shop a month ago. The flirting part was as adorable as it gets. We smiled like me and you. Deep in my mind I thought that with her rebellious tattoos, reckless attitude and unforgettable beauty, she was made for me. Instantly she fell in my good graces. She didn't talk very much and smiled a lot, her wisdom I found deep in her eyes. I accepted she was better than me in every aspect possible. My heart crumbled every single time her big sparkling eyes were laid upon me. I had many a fine lady, but believe me when I say this: I have never seen anything quite beautiful as her! And of course, her wisdom was something rare. So goddamn rare. When I looked at her, I felt like Tony Montana. The world was mine and everything in it was made for my pleasure.

  Eight days ago on October 7th, I bought two bottles of wine and marched like a soldier to my fortress of solitude where she and I planned to be at. Yes, to the room we made love once when you came to my hometown. What you wrote, "Don't forget me." is still on the wall by the way. We sat on my bed and I poured us two glasses of wine. I told her about the book I wrote in my worst times, she smiled like she read it. We chattered nearly half an hour and by that time, I finished the bottle by myself. She didn't even finish her glass. I was so nervous alongside of this goddess of beauty and wisdom. Finally, I was able to make the move. I took her clothes off and there she was, the perfect lady of this world, naked and shy before me. I kissed her cherry lips my eyes shut and silence was the melody of my fading solitude. We made love and it was hard for me because of the wine. I certainly wasn't at my best, I can't even say I enjoyed it. Yet, the thought of being inside of a lady I admire with all my being was more than enough. After the nasty part, I felt her blessed body against mine. And her sacred hand on my face was shining my darkened spirit I'm sure. She came healing.

  We texted a little while but that was the last day we actually talked face to face. Don't ask why. I still see her sometimes. Her wisdom and beauty was taken away from me and I've come to terms with it. I believe I'm okay with it.

  Here ends the story. I wish you the best in your life, and please, don't be a stranger.

  Yours lovingly,

  Not a Ladies Man