Love letter by Bogdan Dragos

 Usually it was after the second pack of smokes that inspiration came into his soul but today it came after the second cigarette   And when inspiration hit he'd grab the paper and pen and write letters old style   He was a romantic   My love, he wrote, this is the 272nd letter I write you, and its subject will be the idea of impossibility. I think impossibility is highly subjective, my love. I for one can climb Mount Everest in my shorts if I want to, but one thing I'll never ever do is get over you. I dream you every night. Every. Damn. Night. And I wake up and grab the dress you left behind and I wrap its strap around my penis like one of those rubber rings meant to make you last super long. I've been doing it for… a long time, love. Believe me…