Ay papi,
Not sure if I manifested you, or if you manifested me, or if the universe just had us collide. But I don't believe in coincidences. Not sure what is the purpose, or the lesson, maybe you know?
Or maybe you don't. Probably you don't know shit. You don't know that I'm the obsessive kind — not the scary kind, the gentle kind. You don't know that I languish for the days to be over — to finally get into that timeframe where odds might have us reunite. And by odds I just mean your willingness, since I'm a chicken. I know that's quite unfair, but I'm terrified to overstep, so I let you come to me — if and when your hearts wants so. You have full control papi.
It's not that I'm lacking the will — oh, trust me — only lacking the courage. Lacking the courage to make a fool of me, to come across as inappropriate or even worst, annoying. As much as you don't know shit, I'm right there with you. I don't know if you like me — like, like me — or you just have pity. I don't know if you're friendly about it, or if you're flirty about it. The only thing I know is the distorted reality my delulu brain has crafted — and I'm 98% confident everything is just a creation of my own mind, not an echo of the real reality.
Oh, that got you curious? I don't mind sharing, but I'm not sure if you want the PEGI 7 or PEGI 18 version of it… Maybe I can start soft, what do you think? Do you like to take it slow? To go deep? Let me know wink wink.
I wouldn't mind expanding our "colliding moments" you know… You could easily find me on that popular gaming chat app — if you wanted to, that is… Oh well.
Ciao papito, besitos,
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