That’s what you said to me. There isn’t a day that I don’t think about the ways you touch me although you’re never here. All I have is those days where we closed the door and laid on that floor bed, quiet. Guilty. We were so alone and having each other meant the most. Knowing we never touched psychically and still having this feeling for you only strengthens the oh-so secret love I have for you. 
But is it really a secret? Ha, no. If she knows. then everyone must. Even you, though you try and hide it from me…modest, sweet man.
Should I turn away because I know another wants to claim your heart as badly as you’ve claimed theirs? Or do I become selfish? Do I follow my heart?
I love you. It’s strange to love someone else after only sharing my true heart with one other person. I know you love me somewhere too…it kills me. I wish someone knew how hard it’s been. I just want you to call my own, to share all my secrets with. I want to fuck you. I want to taste you. I haven’t wanted a body like I want yours. I long for you. I think about what I could give you, what I could do to you that she can’t. 
You’ll know soon enough the kind of girl I am, I am the one you won’t want to let go of.

The last time I had this urge, the urge to win what my heart calls for, the one thing I would anything for … I won the heart of the one I wanted, I fought for the love I knew would blossom. This is that feeling. I will pursue it. I will win.