Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
I think I made you up inside my head.
I'd say go to hell, but I never want to see you
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