My friend is visiting from Italy in a couple of months. I must be doing something right, if he still likes me after five years - five years of waiting for me to be ready to fuck him. I never thought that I would want this but he makes me feel so good, so happy, without feeling guilty. He says I make him feel good, that's all I want really - to please him. He said he loved me once. I don't know if he meant it but I said it back. I don't know if I meant it. But he seems like the one good thing in my life right now. He's my escape from being me.
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