Eric,

I liked the way you smelled. I loved your smile and laugh, especially when you’d throw your head back when something was really funny. I still laugh when I think of you saying “ferfill” and “litter school”. I like that you let me pinch your nipple, even if you didn’t really like it. I liked it when you rubbed my neck, especially when I was driving. I loved it when you would say "Karrah? Swallow." It was somehow sweet because it showed you were paying attention. I loved it when you would touch my bottom lip before kissing me. I won’t go into how much I enjoyed your lady-pleasing skills because it depresses me to think that I won't be benefiting from them any longer. I loved that you always opened doors for me and let me walk in first like a gentleman, but were dirty and liked to pull my hair and bite me in the bedroom. I loved running my fingers over the tattoo on your chest. I loved dancing with you even when you would try to take my shirt off and I especially liked it when you’d take your shirt off and then not remember the next day.

I liked to watch you skate, especially in Leavenworth when I managed to get one good picture of you on your camera. When I look at the picture of you and me kissing at Deception Falls it makes me melt. I loved your cooking. I loved watching you cook. I'm hooked on goat cheese now because of you. I’m sad I never got to hear your Kentucky accent, though according to your friends it only comes out when you’re mad, so maybe I shouldn’t be. I liked it when you would say “Yes or no?” or “True story”. There are lots of other things I like about you. This is just the short version.

You always made me feel good about myself, except, well, right now. I’m sad you ended it this way.

Love, Karrah
xo