Email disguising as love letters and vise versa

I begin to think that I could start to write love stories as if it was email exchanges. Imagine that it came from a woman to a man. And each email shows a little bit of progression of their relationship. Call it filler pages until my inspiration strikes....

So this is first such email.

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Baby,

Hope you got to sleep a little on the plane and you are having a wonderful trip.

I’m not used to this “feeling” business. It’s foreign and it frightens me. You told me that being with me sometimes overwhelmed you because you “lose control”. You must know that you are not the only one. You must think that I'm an idiot to admit that it sometimes overtakes me to the point that I wanted to cry. I hate that feeling because I don't know what to do with it, where to dispose of it, and how to express it because it's completely against everything I've ever taught of myself. To preserve me, I must not feel.

Shouldn’t these types of emotions dissipate as time goes on? Isn't it an universal rule that all lovers graduate into the territory of comfort, familiarity and contentment after 4 to 6 months (I have research statistics to back this theory up)? If that were true, what is then I'm feeling, you are feeling?

As I ponder about these things in an intellectual and detached fashion, my physical being continues to ache for you, as it first did when we met up six months ago, defiant of the universal theory above. 

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The film was fun, very memorable and I love watching porn while having you fuck me from behind. We ought to make it a new tradition of ours. 

You know that I enjoy our correspondence.  So please let me hear from you...but no need to write lengthy novels such as this one.

I miss you in an irrational way. 

From: the girl you fuck