I understand that we were once very much kindred spirits and walked hand
in hand. However, please, for once, try to realise that I am not you,
and my fiances past, present and future are not yours either. Your
inability to distinguish your myriad lovers from my own small repetoire
is getting quite disturbing. It makes me wonder how many of my lovers
you have shared on the sly, or do you just get to know men as you hang
out with your friends and their own beloveds?

Go back to your slumber woman, even desperate men don't appreciate
overused goods. There are young impressionable girls fresh off Loom for
that.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Valnuary, in the year 403 AF.