My dearest darling,

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I know it must feel strange to be getting an email message instead of a hand delivered card and a wake-up kiss and our traditional Valentine’s good morning fuck. Those were some of the best fucks! I think I can remember every one of them and every delicious Valentine’s Day orgasm you gave me, and the hundreds and hundreds of other fucks and orgasms. You are such a wonderful lover! You have a great body, an adorable smile, beautiful eyes, an indefatigable cock, and the most loving, inventive, naughty mind. And you’ve taught me so much. Before I met you I wouldn’t have known about indefatigable. I wouldn’t have known a man could provide so much loving pleasure. I wouldn’t have known a fraction of the joy. And I wouldn’t have had our two lovely children. They are both treasures. I see your spirit and your goodness in them.

Thank you for sharing so much and for giving so much in word and deed.

I am truly sorry I am not brave enough to tell you this in person. I am unworthy of you. I am! So think of this as a gift from me, your freedom from me...

They say that a lot of breakups happen just after Valentine’s Day—the girl wants to get that last gift. I am sparing you that, my darling. But if you want to give me a last gift, let me go. Don’t write or call or follow. Your children will be well cared for. I will be well cared for.

PS I am sure you will remain in my heart forever. I will remember our good times together. I have the book of stories you’ve written about us. Such sexy stories! This evening at bedtime, after the little ones were fast asleep, I read one of your bedtime stories to M. I couldn’t help it, I had to touch myself as I read. M took this picture, and urged me to send it to you along with this message, if only to show you how much pleasure you’ve given me.