Thread:Minecraftstyle09/@comment-33161724-20161114030019

Listen here, you sack of crap. I don't know what your ploy is, depriving me of your affection, but if you thought I was just going to let go and fly away into the darkness, it didn't work.

My love only grew stronger.

I feel sick, Eddie. I've been thinking about you all this time. It's been only 3 days, but it seems like an eternity for me. And all this time, I can't let go.

The community has been very helpful. They have hurt me with reality, yes, but other than that I've been grateful for their overwhelming support. Without them I'd only have myself to cry my feelings to. I would have only myself to comfort me.

But there's one tiny side effect of your current absence, Eddie.

I have been worried sick about you. My love has grown for you over time, like an abused weed that refuses to leave. It can only keep coming back. I don't know what's going on over there, but I've been getting very, very lovesick, Eddie.

I just want you here in my arms. I don't want the sex, and I apologize for that "graphic" image that I placed in your head. No, I don't want that. I just want you. Here. With me.

But then there are the obstacles. Your girlfriend, your location, your sexuality, your religion... I hate thinking about the obstacles. They make me feel hopeless. They make me feel despair.

I have reflected over this for the past few days. My heart has been jerked around back and forth, being tortured by your absence and yet gaining hope that one day you'll reappear. I know it's only been a few days, but we both know how I act when you're not there for a few MINUTES.

I don't know what's going on in California, Eddie, but I feel hopeless. Powerless. Left in the dark. I hope you're not hurt or worse, but chances are you're just trying to distance yourself from me. And it hurts me when I think of that.

I want you, Eddie.

I want you.

Love,

Kevin (AKA Venera) 