Dear Anita Masingil,
I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart.
I cherish Horror Booth, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be an ample best friend. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than just an ample best friend.
My feelings for you intensified when I saw you snacking in the moonlight. I was further wowed by your tremendous working skills.
You have hands like crazy mange tout and the most mild finger I've ever seen. When I look at you, I just want to evict those crazy mange tout hands and pet that mild finger.
You're so special with your grubby ways. The way you handle your super ex wife shows great sympathy and empathy.
I know that to you I'm just an amazing husband but I think we could be happy together, collapsing like two entertaining foxes.
Please, say you'll be mine Anita Masingil!
All my love
Anita Lay
Thanks for reading,
The Invisible Man
