Dear Merry Gentry,
Your kisses were the most succulent, affectionate kisses that I'd ever experienced in my life. You taught me the art of moving them around, exploring the very depths of what was hidden behind your perfect lips. Your words were enough to draw me in from the first time that we met, you remember? It was Friday, May 6th, 1977 in the Harvey Restaurant. You were waitressing our table, oh those were the times of when I felt closest to you.
But now, now I feel so distant from you. Your kisses, they aren't the same as when we first met. Because of it, because you are a different woman I am going to have to bid you farewell. I leave my departure with this final note, and I apologize that it had to be this way.
'Till we meet again,
WordSmith