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I’m almost certain you’ll never see this and I’ll be so embarrassed if you do.
We see each other almost every week and it’s always my highlight. I love the way you *are* when we do the thing. And I love the way you always say something I don’t expect. Last time, you asked me what color I think I would be if I were a color. I said glitter something, and that you’d be a forest, leafy green. I didn’t get to ask *you* the same question because you had already turned my mind to goo.
I’m dying to know what color you think you would be! And what color would I be?
I equally hope you see this and hope you never see this. I am so shy when it comes down to it.
I just think you’re lovely and every time I see you, it makes my week. I have a terrible crush on you, but I know I’ve got work to do before I even try to say anything. I would like to tell you my real name.
Let’s say you do see this and maybe even you like this. Fuck! What did you bring me the last time I saw you? “My two favorite things”? In a cute bag.
Maybe you don’t like this! I’ll respect that, too. Just tell me it’s purely physical and I will happily go on.
Either way, fwiw, our last visit has made me “arrive” thrice so far, just from memory. It has been a couple of years since I had anything physically inspiring, and I am grateful to you.
You’re not gonna see this. Please don’t confront me. Or do. I don’t know.
(Fake name)
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