I think it’s seriously starting to bother people in my life. I get all distracted by the smallest things. I am going mad with wanting you and making an utter fool of myself. Not that I mind. I would do anything for you. I want to touch you. I need to feel you inside of me. Not being able to see you or touch you is such exquisite torture. You have no idea. Or maybe you do. Yeah, you do.
I’ll be over here, trying to be composed and failing miserably.