Sir…
I feel so naughty. I'd like to extend my sincere apologies for the unrequited feelings I projected on you. It escalated quickly. It's not you, it's me. It's what I'm missing, what I imagined in you. Being lonely while not alone is its own kind of hell. 0/10, do not recommend. I'm not looking for excuses, I have none, there is none.
But I'm not gonna lie, your voice is extremely sexy. You should be careful with it, it ignites fires. Also why do you have to be so freaking funny? Man, you deserve everything and more. I don't know you but I know that. You are precious.
Now I need to take a deep breath, acknowledge how f'ed up I am, and start some type of deep work. I need to stop doing that kind of sht. Catching overloaded feelings for randos I never met and never could. I'm so strange, it's messed up. I probably also need to walk away from my relationship but… I'm so frightened. Maybe another time.
Anyhow. I promise I'll stop thinking about you in this way, in any way actually. It's not my place, it's totally inappropriate. I'm really sorry, even if you never knew and never will.
I just crave a hug from a stranger in a hoodie who smells good and feels warm. A very tight hug, probably awkwardly long. I would bury my face and take some deep breaths there. Close my eyes. I just need to be held, real tight, and told that everything will be alright…
Au plaisir.