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She thanked me… I just let my deepest secret out, and she thanked me…

How in fuck did it get here? How did she come to mean this much to me? How is it that on a date where she’s clearly ready to take whatever I want to give her, I want to just lay next to her and listen to her heartbeat?

What the fuck is this feeling?

I want to dig my nails into my chest, ready to rip my fucking heart out so I can hand the son of a bitch over to her because it’s useless being with me since she owns it.

This feeling… I don’t know what it is. It’s more addicting than sex. I’ve never been this high… and it’s all because of her. My Jessica… the one I crave more than air.

This feeling… whatever it is… it’s torturous, it’s draining… it’s like her… beautiful.