You wouldn't believe how angry I get when you're not around. If only I could hold on to it when you're in front of me. All I want to do is touchkisshold even though I know I shouldn't.

I want to tell you that this is over and what a terrible idea it was from the start. If you wanted a casual fuck you picked the wrong friend. I told you that 2 months ago. I don't need to learn anything else about you. Every new revelation just makes this worse. I never asked for kind words from you. Didn't bait you to tell me how you love the way I hold you. Is this the way all men are? Of course I let myself be taken advantage of again. Let myself be guilted into consolation cocksucking and putting up with the way you never take "no" for an answer. This is not a negotiation. I will not trade my body for your fake affection.