Dear John, 

Oh, what a way with words you have! 

I'm so glad we had a chance to meet. And oh, when we met, our eyes seemed to be lost in each other's forever. 

The bar was a long stretch of glass, a turn of a glass, and a short, but oh so sweet, "For you. From the gentleman down there." 

Oh you coy thing, you! How slowly the night wore on, I wanted it to last forever. Your gaze, this was not unlike a fairtytale; do you believe in love at first sight?

Of course, love was short-lived; our life together spanned just a few short hours; you couldn't even wait until we were out of the car. 

I'll always remember how you carried me through the threshold; laying me down, I felt like a princess. Such a gentlemen in an age where they lack. 

You made our stand memorable. Upon the sunrise, I lamented gathering my clothes, but what's the use of all the trouble if not for one last kiss on the cheek before a shower?

This is to remember me by.

Sleep well, my prince. 

Sincerely Yours, 

Genevieve