When I fantasize about being with you, I don’t fantasize about a stone goddess. I dream of a fiery human goddess, who flares and wanes, who burns slow and smokey and who burns fierce and pure.

I dream of all your changing moods and lively demands, of having to keep pace and to pay attention to you and your heart and mind and even spleen.

I imagine tending to you, exhorting you, celebrating you, and being your devoted bitch and torture victim.

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This email absolutely made my week. I even incorporated your emoji.  xo

(except 91 … i mean, there are limits to all this “better me” stuff. amirite?)

… and he’s a very happy Santa.