В пятницу мы идём в кино. На какую-то комедию. Ты сама меня позвала, а потом гулять.
А мне нужно прекратить так радоваться просто обычной дружеской встрече.
Damn. I still love you. So much.
I want to hug you. Kiss you. Have sex with you. Yes, it lives in my head too.
Want to hold your hand, make you smile every day. I would be the happiest person if you were with me in all meanings.
But we're friends. So I will only hug you greeting on Friday. And let me at least look at you, catch your glance. Because I see your love inside.
May I repeat it again? I love you.