MY HATCH POCKET JOURNAL - BILLY COY (ebook reader 7 inch TXT) 📗

that you stop writing to me, please!!! I am married and my marriage is my salvation from all temptation and indecency.

It’s hard to let go when you’re soulfully hooked to something so good, but I’d prefer you change your memory-card, because I will never be yours!!!

Yours sincerely, Anita


Dear Anita,

Yes, “it’s wise enough to walk on water with much faith, than to walk on hot ground with twisted belief.” But isn’t it also foolish enough to stay in a troubled zone, yet you can see paradise ahead of you? Oh, by the way, I am so glad that after two months you eventually replied me. I was starting to lose hope in love that has never been mine.

My faith is stronger now Anita, more than ever, and writing to you makes me more attracted to you than I think I would be if I ever see you again. It’s not my intention not to ever see you again, but I learn more about a woman like you, from what you write to me.

Your words speak of resistance and sincerity, but I don’t think your intentions are novel. I’ve seen and had more teasing than you can imagine, but if this is different, then you’re definitely and completely different from all of them.

Yes, things happen, and we can only change them in their existence, but if foresight is something wise, then why not consider mitigation. I laugh and wonder about: when your mind can lead you where you’re so comfortable. But definitely and ironically, it’s not fear manifested.

I am not a field-marshal, but I am no prisoner either. I can travel all places on earth that I want to, as long as I have a passport, a visa in it and an air ticket. That’s acceptance enough at my destination; that way, I’ll reach unbothered.

Don’t be afraid of the storm and shakers of this world Anita, your beauty stole my heart, there’s nothing I can do about it or change my thinking and belief; only you, can help my weakness and solve the problem, by filling up the puzzle. I won’t back-down from what I want, and surely, I am not ready to hurt it. If love is anything, it’s surely


beautiful with a beautiful person like you Anita. Please dear, don’t take that away from me, or deny my long awaited dreams from coming true.

Yours richly, Richie


Dear Richie,

You’ve reached a point where you really confuse me. I am not your anything in my simple understanding. Why do you bring me down with your sweet but unacceptable and evil words? I can never fall in love with an opportunist.

Feelings are built on trust and deep understanding, and that’s what my husband and I have for each other. I wouldn’t in a million years dream of destroying such a beautiful refuge.

Could it be that you’re caught-up in the middle or you’re just confused about where to really find comfort? I am marveled about the way you continue your love tale. But don’t get me wrong after not having written to you in four months. I guess you should understand that I find all this mess queer and unlikely, but unfortunately so, it’s likely.

Richie, where do you come from where one doesn’t take “No” for an answer? Could it be that your obsession has caught-up with your understanding and now you’re just totally out of your mind? Why do you dig deeper, yet you can’t find what you’re looking for? At least if there was any water, you would drink from it and quench your thirst, but there’s none either.

Let me warn you my dear: you can never find any treasure in your expedition, not even I; I am not available or reliable!


Don’t be caught-up Richie. I believe, at least as I can recall, if I am not wrong, you’re a nice looking guy, at least average maybe, but good anyway. So I think any other single and beautiful woman wouldn’t turn you away. Please, let it stick in your mind this time, that sometimes some fruits can never be all that good for your body; you can relate to “Genesis, in the Bible: about the forbidden fruit eaten by Eve, and then Adam afterwards” That’s the main cause of all our misfortunes here on earth. So, please Richie, revisit your senses and leave me alone!!!!!!!

Yours sincerely, Anita


Dear Anita,

Though I want you more than life itself, I had to take a month to write you. Yes, I am good looking and many other beautiful and single women would accept me, but I don’t think one can emotionally and intimately be in love with more than one person; if that happens, if! Then probably one is just lost or he/she only loves themselves. Or maybe they’re just caught-up in the middle of good things, and hence, afraid of losing any, which is in its self extreme or just gold-digging.

Anyway, about you, it’s totally different; true love is rare but it’s what I truly have for you Anita. Do you think I’d still be chasing after you after all this long, when I only live on one beautiful day I saw you?

If I were a philandering kind of guy or an opportunist, I wouldn’t have held on for this long, when I don’t even know where to find you or even when I never see you at all.

Dreams and fantasies are all I have about you. You think I am just wasting my time, well, I am sorry, but I’ll never at any one time regret


wasting my time on the ‘prettiest one’ I love and cherish, though for now it’s all still in my dreams, but certainly, not in my wildest dreams.

I am not obsessed, because that would mean that I wouldn’t love you like I should: so tenderly, with trust, passion and compassion. All I would really want you to know is that the more you push me away or turn your back on me, the more I can’t get enough of your sweet aggression, and the greater I love you for the woman you are.

You’re a lady because, though sometimes it takes you ages to reply me, you eventually come through and rest my unsettled heart. Lean on me Anita. Right now I am crying because of you, and because I love you so much, yet I don’t even know you. Could it be that we were once meant to be, before now, but we just never met? Or is it just a lie I have to live with and breathe, forever?

If it will never be, then why does it continue to resurface, though bit by bit?

Count on me Anita, I’ve always counted on you in my beautiful dreams, so close to ecstasy. I love you Anita!!!!!!!

Yours deeply, Richie


Dear Richie,

I’ve not replied you in a week because the whole of that week my husband and I were getting it on from sunset to sunrise. I hope you know how that feels. He gets so deep in me than any other man could ever do, and he brings out of me every dream any woman wouldn’t want to ever wakeup from.


I am not trying to get you jealous, but I am just trying to show you how far my husband and I go, and why we’re so happily married. Added to the above: out of the bedroom, he treats me like a lady, his only woman: he calls me from work or sends me roses; he holds my hand while we walk in public, and of course, that makes many girls jealous of me, and I just love it! He opens the door for me, and he listens and gives me more attention than all evil possessed men could ever give to pornography.

So Richie, I hope all that can show you how beautiful and comfortable I am living my life with my sweet and handsome husband. By the way Richie, the day I conceived our son, he made me go there seven times in a row, in one night. I am so blessed among many women, wouldn’t you agree Richie? I know you would!

So much paradise in my life that if I had more or if it were reduced or taken away, I would die instantly! Too much is not good, and too little is not at all, good either. Poor lost Richie… I don’t know if you want me to give you a replica of me, so that you can let me breathe, but I am so sorry, I don’t have any identical twin sister, neither do I have any sisters. I am an only child.

I can’t get enough of him Richie; even now that I am writing this letter, he’s calling me back for the seventh round; I am in the bathroom pretending that I am getting fixed, so as to come out for that round looking sexier than we got passed the sixth round. Oh Richie, you should see this: we’re so in love and so into it, till death do us apart!

Bye Richie… Anita


Dear Anita,

You remind me of my mother “Martha,” she was a tough woman but she had a soft, big and tender heart. I miss her, you know, but I am a grownup man now, I have to be strong!

Anyway, thanks for the reply. I’ve now realized that life is too short to be sad all the time. Doesn’t it strike you that once we fall, we quickly forget about our happiness and smiles, yet in them we make our bodies last long enough. I am caught in the middle of my destiny; I can’t find time to look anywhere else. But if the sun shines tomorrow, I’ll be back for more smiles; if it rains, maybe I’ll have to wait another day, but letting go is one thing I can never conceive in my mind or even stomach.


Do you believe in magic? Well, I don’t. I think it’s just evil-played tricks on our minds. But I surely believe in miracles. And if you’re anything to me Anita, you’re a miracle. I don’t say all that because I need your favor or kindness, but as I told you before, I speak my heart out, and I always say it out loud. Don’t get offended when life is just a breath; take time to inhale and exhale, maybe you’ll live for eternity.


These words I write to you are straight from the heart of a broken but strong man. Growing up without a mum left me so cold, and I guess I’ve never gotten used to it; and guess what, I don’t think I’ll ever do. My father was always gone; I guess that’s why I am so weak emotionally, when I should really be a man. But is that enough to live? I think there’s got to be more to life than just living on the run each day that you breathe. There’s got to be a power above all we could ever