Maybe it's the sight of your bum that I like so much.
3:39 p.m.

I love you most when you're gone, when I can't see or touch you, and there is no communication whatsoever.

Because at that point, I can create you. I can give you personality traits that I adore, ones that you don't actually possess. You become a fantasy, an ideal, something I fall so deeply in love with. And I long for you.

And then you're back and we talk and I am left wondering how on earth I ever found you so intriguing, because you don't TALK, you don't FEEL, and we have almost nothing in common.

But don't worry. I'll fall in love with you the moment you turn your back. Just like all the times before.

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