Here she is, sleeping next to me. I love her. She’s always asleep. Except when she’s not. God, she is a loud bitch when she’s not. Don’t tell her that, tho. You can’t let her know that you think she is too loud sometimes otherwise she’s gonna freak the fuck out. Is this a healthy relationship? Idk. How could it not be? We really do love each other. I know you (the reader) can’t exactly tell that right now, but hey: let me count the ways.
She’s so fucking hot. Holy shit she is so hot. I completely lose my mind whenever I see her. She literally is the “hot girl” you see on TV and billboards. A pure image of sex. God, no sweetie you don’t fucking understand it - you drive me insane. You drive me insane with your incredible waist, your fluttering eyes, and your tight tight pussy god damn! You bring the absolute animal out of me. I literally become death. Do you remember the time I actually begged you to have sex with me? I love debasing myself for you. And don’t even get me started on the head game. Best in Portland. Literally. I don’t think there are any other girls in this city that can blow me like you can. This bitch sucks me so dry that I shed literal tears. And she lets me call her a bitch? God, she’s amazing. I love her.
She’s so fucking talented. Seriously, she’s tried explaining her hardware set up to me and I can’t even fathom it. An absolute wizard on the OP1 (and the OPZ! Teenage Engineering should really sponsor you!) She’s figured out all this crazy OBS shit for Local Cinema, and she’s really good at rolling joints fast. It’s been a while since we have had a blunt together. That’s cuz we have been hustling. This girl is a shrewd businesswoman. We’ve got stickers to make and zines to write and shirts to print and videos to react to on stream and doing it with you is literally so awesome. Knowing I have someone like you by my side under capitalism makes me feel like I can actually pull myself up by my own bootstraps. God, she’s amazing. I love her.
She’s so fucking profound. Like, idk at first I was like “wow all this girl does is charge her phone, eat hot chip, and have emotional trauma” but then like the more time we spend together, the greater emotional depth she unlocks within me. I really do feel “more human” around her. I have been able to process feelings that not even my therapist could get me to talk about, cuz yeah, even tho it has been kind of annoying sometimes, sweetie, working thru conflicts with you is like, actually a very profound experience. And now that we basically are exactly the same person, it’s like, idk, I feel very in touch with my emotions. And also yeah, helping you navigate your own emotional hurdles has been an honor even in its own right. God, she’s amazing. I love her!
As if I could list them all - no finite list of axioms will ever be enough to deduce all the ways I love you. It’s insane, sweetie: you’ve got me fucked up. And out of everyone in the scene, out of all the characters in this movie, you are the only one I want to call my “female love interest.” I love being in lesbians with you, sweetie. I really do. You make me the happiest girl in the world. Not happy like drugs make me happy but like, in a much deeper way. You actually make me happy. Even when I’m mad at you it’s like, idk, I can just sort of “handle” it. I feel the bitterness, I see the tension, I let it go - and then it’s gone. You make me feel like I’m one, babe, and I cannot believe I get to be one with you.
You are actually insane tho tbqh. God, will you just let it go?