Apple Of My Eye.

A little corny eh? I'm not too bothered; I'm besotted by the woman. One of these days i may just find out who it is who's been sending these emails and texts for the past year. Until then, I'll just admire her in her anonimity, from afar (I suspect she's abroad) and with an unending devotion uninterupted and unsullied by the harsh encroachment of reality and tangible facts. Even her lengthy emails leave sufficient scope for the imagination, starting as they do with "My Darling" and ending with "yours with eternal and undying love". There's nothing more than that, which serves only to nourish my fevered imagination.