This could be ridiculous but...

He always comes to my room, all the nights at twelve o'clock. He has a routine: first, he knocks at my window (I open the window), then he comes in. Second, he drinks in a glass a little blood to get energized for the night and finally, well, this can sound ridiculous but, (blush), he kisses me. He gives me my kiss of the night to sleep better.

He drinks blood because he´s a vampire. He flies to my room every night, all the time. If I had been a vampire, I also would have flown to his room, or well, in this case, to his cave.

I love you my lovely vampire, I hope that you could read this some day, and this way you could love me more. I missed you. Why didn´t you come here last night? Do you have another girl? Tell me!

Hugs and kisses,
your chick!