Times were tense when Donnie and I first met. I had successfully tested some intercontinental ballistic missiles, and Donald moved on me like a bitch. In response, Donnie promised “fire, fury and frankly power, the likes of which the world has never seen before" – so I called him a “dotard” and announced that I was considering a test in which missiles would land near the US territory of Guam. Donnie called me “Little Rocket Man.”

My head was spinning, so I agreed to meet Donald. I promised to show him my missiles if he showed me his, so we agreed to meet in Singapore in June 2018. Donald grabbed me by the…whatever…we exchanged letters and the rest, as they say, is history!

“I was really tough…and we went back and forth,” said Donnie after we met. “And then we fell in love, OK? No, really, he wrote me beautiful letters, and they’re great letters. We fell in love.”

Yes. We fell in love.