If you only knew how much I use you. There was a time when I held you in my hands. You felt new and crisp. Your clean scent of freshly sprayed mist. Times you would leave me and when you returned, I would stare at you for hours and could see how torn, wrinkled, and crinkled you became.
Sometimes you are exact for my needs, other times a part of you is returned to me, but most of the time, you are just not enough. No matter how many times I give you away and you decide to come back, your value never changes. I will always know your worth and you will truly never be mine.
However, you know I will always accept you, just to use you again for something worth your value. But for now my dearest Bill, I will put you away until I use you again.
--Sandra E., Adult