You’re really hot and I think about you all the time. I can’t stop. I cry when I’m reminded that we’re just friends. You appear in my dreams all the time. Sometimes I’ll take breaks from replying to people’s messages just to imagine myself sucking you off. I cuddle with my blanket pretending it’s you. When you asked me to be your fake girlfriend I was screaming inside. Whenever you tell me that you “love me” I can feel my heart trying to rip open my chest. I imagine scenarios where we’ll personally meet, and what we’ll do when it happens. I love you. I’ll kill for you, for free.