Dear mr correspondent,

Your smile really makes a girl stop and think. In your first letter to me, you complimented me. 10 points, mr centerfold. Did you know I would so easily be swayed? Did you count on your charm?

I remember, mr dimples, you hiked up your jeans to your knees and waded into the low tide. I sat on the edge of the pier kissing you in the sun as you sunk into the sand. A jetski passed, making the waves splash into the barnacles and a water show soaked our jeans.

And now, dearest sugar, I don t know what it is like to not wake up next to you anymore. I know what your body feels like when we re both working hard to keep warm. I know which of your muscles relax, and which of you muscles tense. It makes me tense.