How?
How do I know I truly love you?
I think of you everyday, every night.
Wherever I go, whatever I do, I think of you.
But I don’t feel like I wanna fuck you.
When I wanna masturbate to someone, you will never be on the list.
And after finishing that job to a random hot woman with big tits,
Or to one of my exes,
It’s you, fill my head, my heart, my whatever, warm and shiny like a little star in a clear summer night sky that can be seen from the harbor of our hometown.
That’s how!
