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This is pure. This is raw and unfiltered. What I’m witnessing—it’s an explosion of passion, visceral and undeniable.

The image does things to both my body and imagination that are not fit for public consumption. My heart vibrates in my chest like a live wire. My mind is a whirling scheme of possibilities.

My love is a pale thing compared to the love Cooper asserts for me. He has gifted me this in his absence.

My heartbeat slows as I watch the scene unfold before me.

Rapt with curiosity.

I keep the pages of his first letter tied up in ribbon, locked away, and honor him this way for now. But there is deviance in all of us. That just makes us human.

It doesn’t make someone a bad person.

And for now, this is a secret I can carry with and for him, until we can be together again.

So I watch.