It has been just a short time since I met you, and I can't get enough. You make my loins burn with the flames of a thousand fires. When I dream at night, it is of you. I hope that you will choose me, to be your man, because I couldn't bear it if you didn't. If you don't choose me, I might have to throw myself in a pit of lava, drown myself in the deepest sea, jump from the highest plane without a parachute, or hang myself from the tallest tree, just to show you how devastated I am.
Yours Always,
James
(for the Art of Love game, not to be taken literally.)
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i dont get it, is it some one you fancy or for a story, or what
