I resisted your charms for such a long time. Sure, we had a fling now and again. It’s what we both wanted, it was right for both of us at the time. But this time, it felt more serious. It felt, well, real.
I’m not gonna pretend that you having two fish tails wasn’t a bit weird at first, but I came to love you for it. I envisaged us laughing like children, living like lovers, rolling like thunder under the covers. I wanted to explore those fishy bits, and see if you had a vagina in each one, or just one in the middle. Even though your crown is a little bit twee, it suits you; what with your lovely, cascading locks that just about cover your nips. I thought we might start a family. Maybe we’d have twins, a boy and a girl. And you could teach them to swim, and I could teach them to draw Minipops.
It was all going so well, but something, some little thing, has destroyed my feelings for you, girl. I tried to look past it, but I can’t. We’ve travelled from New York to San Diego together, but this is where we must part. We’re through, we’re done. I’m going to Mexico. I just can’t be with someone that never gets my name right. Sorry, petal, but it’s over.