Dearest Chantelle,
I haven't one bit o' news dis here evening. I can't th'o't o' even one tiny scrap o' news ta tell ya just now but I wants ta chat wiff ya awhile.
I wish ya wuz near so dat I might draw yo' arm about muh ma fuckin shoulder an' snuggle up close. Someway I feel just like uh tired little boy who needs ta be petted an' loved uh little bit. Would ya do dat fo' me if ya wuz here, Dear?
I imagine ya stroking muh ma fuckin fro just in uh possessive way, an' Dear I *do So* wants ta just belong ta ya, an' fo' ya ta just belong ta me. Someway dat would just give me mo' strength an' courage than any thin' I know, an' I feel dat I need dat now.
I just *know* dat both o' us would be in an understanding mood an' dat our thoughts would travel along together without da need o' werdz ta express dem.
That our ideals an' our determination each ta he`p da other would grow within us as we's sat dere together. That each o' us would resolve ta forget self in da advancement o' our partnership in life. That faithfulness, an' trust an' loyalty an' love would fill both o' us.
I wonder if da desire fo' da fufillment o' dis here little "dream" o' mine fills yo' heart too. Somehow I'm sure it do. Is dat egotistical? I don' mean it dat way but I know ya love me uh little at least. God grant dat it may grow an' grow until both our lives iz filled wiff love fo' one another.
Sweetheart, someway I wants ta say, I love ya, in about uh million different ways an' languages tonight. It iz an overpowering desire. How I hope you'll dig' an' dat it will meet an answering desire in yo' heart as ya read dis here an' dat it won't sound silly.
I love ya chantelle. I do truly.
and git Sheniquah's ass back ova' heeah.