equal measure

“I love you and like you in equal measure.”

That’s what I told her when I realised that I valued her friendship just as much as I enjoyed fucking her. What am I supposed to do now?

Seriously, what the fuck am I supposed to do now?

I don’t know.

Perhaps, the next time I send her a photo of my cock, it will have a red lipstick love heart on the tip.

If you’re reading this, my muse;
I’m in lust with you.

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