I would love nothing more than to fuck you. I’ve been thinking
about you calling out my name since you told me I don’t care
about you. That forced me to think. In my most common
fantasy, your hair is in my hand and and I can feel it, feel you
pushing your ass against me. It triggered something I’d kept in
check for a while. Pure animal want is what I’d call it. But it
goes beyond that, because it’s you.
Raging arousal aside, I’m embracing what I feel about you
completely, not in parts. I do still want you in my life as a
friend, a confidante. I feel you’ve helped me on an ongoing
process and you already know you’re important to me.
I want to help you. I want to see you bloom, get that which
you want. I’d risk vulnerability if I have a chance to make you
feel better. It may be me being protective, but that’s who I am.
As I said before, please think about that and everything I’ve told
you. Wanting to control you, all that past business. I have
definitely been thinking about who you are, and as I said long
ago, I want all of you, a relationship. Now I can say this and
convey my meaning.
Email isn’t going to cut it. It shouldn’t be enough at this point.
So, we can speak and discuss where we want to be, and
see how things line up. If you agree or disagree. I can’t fuck
you on your birthday. I can’t hold you tonight, or tomorrow. But
we can talk. We can clarify and grow.