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Okay I’m going to say something I probably shouldn’t But I keep thinking about it, so fuck it, here it is:
Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we met?
Like, for real, in the real world
And to that end, I have a confession of my own to make: I don’t mean “let’s meet and have coffee and talk about Goethe”
I mean let’s meet and do all the things we’ve talked about
Like…
the dark stuff
Fucking hell, I can’t believe I’m even writing this
Here’s the thing: like it or not, you’ve managed to become one of my closest friends Maybe the closest one I’ve ever had
I trust you I’ve never MET you, but I trust you, and if there was ever one person I could work up the courage to try my fantasies out with…
well, surprise: you’re it
But I’m also scared it’ll ruin this That seeing your face might make it all too real Or that it will change things
Is it the anonymity that allows me to be so open with you?
So tell me I’m crazy Tell me I just took things too far Better yet, burn this note and pretend I never said a thing
Ugh
-Me