Hey you. Yeah, you. I'm talking to you. You know who you are. I think we're alone now. I just want to tell you something.
I know, you're wondering why I'm talking to you like this. Why don't I just call you or email you, or send a PM. It's not that simple. I want so much to tell you what I'm thinking, but I just can't. It's not that easy.
I try so hard to be cool around you. I act so casually when we talk. I want you to think that I'm just your run of the mill horny dude. Just another guy on the board. Just another client.
We've known each other for a while. We talk, we joke, we whisper our secrets to each other. We have some laughs, have some fun. Simple, right?
Maybe not.
You see, I have this wild crush on you. My heart races whenever I see one of your posts, or whenever I see one of your pictures. My heart aches when I haven't heard from you in a while. I yearn to be in touch with you, and I curse the distance and the rules of comportment that divides us. I want more. More than I could possibly ask of you. More than I would ever have any right to, in this crazy hobby and business.
I just couldn't possibly really tell you the way that I really feel. I don't want to become another entry in your gallery of creepy guys. Someone who you might even think is bare inches away from being a stalker. Someone who might complicate your life, and distract you from being good at what you do.
This is why I'm telling you, but I'm not really telling you. It's easier this way. You might suspect, but you'll never, ever know for sure that I ever felt this way.
I know this crush will pass eventually, and I'll be back to my old self. But right now, I ache to be near you, to touch you, to hold you, to shelter you from harm.
Take care, my pretty one. See you soon. I can't wait.