Dear Star,
It feels weird calling you that sometimes.
You were Lodestar to me for such a long time, and now you’re Star.
You’re the woman I think about when I wake up.
You’re the woman I think about when I fall asleep.
I could be indiscreet and tell you that you’re the woman I jack off to, but I mean, that would be rude.
Wouldn’t it?
Or maybe you want to hear that?
Maybe you’d want to know that you’re the first woman to make me think about things like that in years.
I wish I knew why you did this to me but sometimes, these things can’t be questioned.
Sometimes they SHOULDN’T be questioned.
I want to tell you that I love you but I think you’d run away.
I want to tell you that I need you but I think the idea of being needed would scare you.
So, what I’ll say is…
Thank you for being in my life.
Thank you for being at the other end of the phone.
Thank you for being so perfectly, irritatingly you.
Yours,
Conor
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