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He makes me feel alive and—fuck me!—I didn’t know I was dead until I met him.
I want him. All of him. All the time. And then some.
It’s how I come to the realization I’m not just addicted to him.
I’m not just crazy about his kinky side and his caring side. I’m not just mad about how organized his life is and how his company makes me, or anyone, really, feel good about one’s self.
No. It’s not just that. It’s all of that and so much more.
Because, you see…
I’m in love with him.
