It’s strange to have known someone as long as we have yet still have no idea of each others real thoughts and feelings.
I say I love you, since day one, and I have meant it. You say it to prolong the fantasy, your living, breathing sex slave.
My fault for hoping that eventually you would really want me, body and soul.
No one wants to be alone and lonely, or so I thought till I met you.
I will always love you, for better or worse. I don’t need it in return.