I love my girlfriend! That will always be the first thing I say when I talk about her. She is my rock, and my muse, and my reason for life. She is my little girl, and I am absolute head-over-heels in love with her. My trouble is this: we get a little freakier in the bedroom than is socially acceptable, and I’m having a hard time separating fantasy and reality. I asked her if we could not have sex for a while, an indefinite amount of time, and she asked why, I told her that, and she immediately sympathized, and said I could take as long as I need to help keep things separate. I love my little girl!
You are not allowed to be hurt. You have no right. I have every reason to hate you, fucking cry about it. Stop acting like your feelings are the most important.