be with me! he cries out yearning for love. the unfairness, that he has not been given what he wants! he has loved her so selflessly (he calls her judgmental for not trying) so endlessly (he tells her he wishes he never met her) so purely (he fucks other women and thinks of her).
he doesn’t want much. just match his undying, sexual, possessive feelings. he doesn’t need a lay straight away but it’s on the cards; facedown on a cold table top. he wants you all to himself. no more dreaming of others no more moving restlessly and earnestly it’s not a b i g ask
so he pleads of her, again and again “couldn’t you just give this a chance?”















