I think of you every day, every single night.
When I get home from the gym, and I start undressing and getting ready for a shower, you know what? I think about you.
I think about your smile, your eyes, your curly hair, your beautiful body, your lips, your kisses, your ear… And then I start undressing you at the same time as me. I see your nipples, I see your breasts. And my god, they are all beautiful.
It’s my fucking imagination, let me imagine whatever the fuck I feel like! At least when I’m home, alone, we can be together. We can, in my mind. I’m just thinking about you every single minute of the day. Just when the alarm clock starts buzzing and I wake up… I can’t help it, I slip my hand into my pants and start touching myself, as if it was your hand. I kiss you, I smell you. I see you, undressed, laying in my bed, and…
Why don’t you see you’re fucking beautiful? Why do you make yourself so cold, so distant to me? Why do you feel bad when you eat? Why are you bulimic? Can’t you fucking see you’re beautiful, perfect, in every way possible?
You’re smart, girl. You’re thin. You’re tall. You’re beautiful. You’re hot. You have such perfect breasts, perfect legs. I just can’t help it, you turn me on so bad. All I can do is masturbate to you.
You can’t even imagine how much I want you. How much I want you to feel good. I want to make you forget all the stress you have in your life. I want you to disconnect, for some minutes, I want to feel I’m inside you. I want to make love to you. Not just fucking till I cum and then sleep. I want to do it soft, warm, deep and I want you to feel like you never felt before.
But… While all those other guys smile at you, and they have the courage to give you their phone number… I’m just so shy, I have such a fucked up heart, I’ve been dumped so many times… I don’t want it to happen again with you.
Over all… Because… You remember? When we kissed? And you kept saying you were not for me, that the other one was better for me.
SHE WASN’T! She cheated on me, GOD! I just can’t figure out why the hell did I end up with her. I needed love, probably. But I was so blind to let you go…
Hmmm… If you just knew. I wouldn’t be “just another one”. You have no idea all the shit I’d do for you.
But seems… I’ll have to skip you. There’s nothing I can do. You don’t want me in your life.
I’m so sad to let you go. I wish there was something, but you see us as friends… FUCKING FRIEND ZONE!
Why the hell am I so alone and heartbroken? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO WRONG TO BE TREATED LIKE THIS?! ANYBODY OUT THERE!!!???