dear possibly in love,
are you serious? you're not joking, right?
honey, i've loved you for a thousand years.
i loved you before we even made eye contact.
i loved you when you they brought you crying
and screaming into this place.
please don't be scared, i won't hurt you.
i make you feel like that? wow. that made me
blush very hard, but you already know that.
you were carefully watching me read the note
and i guess the heat on my cheeks was showing
because you laughed, and mr. jack looked at us werid.
i used to work out a lot before i was put in here, and now
that i'm feeling better, i've started again.
i have to say, i like it a lot when you watch me. it makes me feel
really confident because you look at me with the cutest faces
of astonishment.
you only weigh a hundred pounds?!
how skinny could you possibly be?
you're really hot either way.
also, your cleavage is showing.
nice tits.
amused,
calum
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