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a love letter of sorts
2006-10-15 | 6:04 p.m.

Dear Girl:

These are the things I cannot say out loud to you.

I watch that silent video that I made of you every day. Usually more than once. It makes me really happy.

You are the best sex that I have ever had in my whole life.

You’re making me a better person. When I think about doing something morally questionable, I ask myself if it is something that would make you think less of me.

Every day, I am terrified that you are either going to meet someone else or realize that I am a waste of your time.

We both have high sex drives, but really, I think I’d probably be content just to hold you and run my fingers through your hair.

Many times each day, I will pull out my phone and start to send you a text message. I stop myself most times.

I am really scared that I’m going to scare/smother/overwhelm you.

When I wake up next to you, I just feel this huge outpouring of affection. I can’t stop it.

I’m kind of worried that I might start to fall in love with you because, frankly, I don’t think I’m ready to fall in love with anyone just yet.

But I care about you very much.

You make me feel like we are the only two people who exist.

I want to be your girlfriend.

I want you to want me to be your girlfriend.

I can’t say these things because what if I do – and you realize that we want different things and decide to stop seeing me altogether. Awful.

Love,
Me


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