365 Fiction Bites

Dearest hot soulless blob of tight flesh, running blood and bones,

It has come to my attention that I was but a too tempting presence to you. While it is not my intention to play down anything that might or might not have happened, I realize now my stubborness to make of all this matter anything more, as I thought you wanted it to be, was unfounded.

However, your recent actions and lack thereof might just be the correct ones. You don't want to miss a single chance and neither do I.

But, then again, maybe we are just both scared shitless.