Obsessions

Dear Sir,

I have this obsession with flossing my teeth. I am never without those single flossers. I find using them relaxes me for some odd reason.

Did I floss an abnormal amount of time when I was with you, or is this some OCD tendency habit I’ve picked up in the past 15 years? I really don’t remember.

So pardon this strange letter. I know it’s completely random. I’m just wondering.

Questioningly,

Darling

p.s. I still don’t have any cavities. *smiles ever so sweetly*

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Dear Darling

Is it really necessary for you to mention, AGAIN, that you have a cavity free smile? I mean the second phone call we had after 14 and a half years, it was all you spoke about.

Then of course you forgot that I had knocked my two front teeth out as a child. I reminded you but not until after you’d had a lovely time mocking those of us with less than perfect teeth. Although in fairness in your eyes I believe my dental well being still rated above that of the British!

Do I remember your OCD tendencies in regards to floss? No I think you were still quite normal up until that point. But you were well on the way to developing a fully blown obsession in regards to your teeth. This floss thing is no doubt the physical manifestation of same.

You know I love your smile and the person behind it.

Yours Quite Fillingly

From Sir With Love

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Dearest Sir,

Hyperbole much, love? Mee-ow. Pussy cat indeed.

I love you more than air.

Biting-ly yours,

Darling

p.s. Sarcasm becomes you, love.

 

©2013 Darling and Sir