just stop it.

I love the way you taste. The way you are. And I know perhaps I am infatuated.

I like attachment, similarity. I like companionship.

I was resting my head on you. The hairy chest. Not enough to dispel me. But I have begun to love being around you.

You don\’t get mad that I just can\’t do it. That I worry that I may get emotionally attached to you. I tell you bluntly that I\’ll miss you. But I know you can\’t say it back. You are not that emotionally involved.

Help me forget you because that\’s not what I want.