Bronte the writer, I discard profiles every day. Bombarded with girls that have very little to say.

What comes from their mouth is the same as before.  I delete the app, and leave wanting more.

Softcore porn and skulling cans.  I just want a supermarket woman who loves to hold hands.

And whilst hands are held, to look in the eyes. Giving each other courage to expose the lies.

The app is a lie. The truth is we can do better. Nothing like two strangers writing a love letter. 0488488164, write me instead. Let the other girls think love letters are dead.


With Love, Kristian Michail