The Thing About Being The Bait is You End Up Hooked, Too.
Dear Uche,
The picture I posted in October of this year that you responded to that kicked off our current developing relationship was actually a thirst trap that trapped you but now I am the one being trapped. Today, we talked for at least 5 hours on the phone and all day on text and yet I still found myself a little jealous of how you were enjoying being with your friends. I can’t lie, I love how much you enjoy them. You are such a precious gem of a human being. I am just so grateful to know you. Today was another turning point. The more we talk, the more I want to keep talking. You answer all my questions enthusiastically and fully and you listen to me attentively and with no judgment. We laugh and learn and flirt. It’s just such a fun time that I want to do 25 hours a day, 8 days a week.
It’s also making me really excited about coming to see you. This should be an objectively bad idea, but I just don’t feel that way. For some reason when I made the decision that it was something I wanted to do, the decision felt peaceful and ordained. It doesn’t feel unreasonable or like a bad or scary idea. It actually feels like I want to go sooner just so we can see if we are truly compatible, but I know we will be. What’s really important is that we simultaneously explore the opportunity of growing our relationship and remain open to the possibility of separating ways if our hearts’ desires take us in different directions. I would never want this, but more than my own needs, I care about your uninterrupted happiness even at the expense of my own heart. However, I know that actual seeing you, I am going to throw this out of the window and demand that you be with me or literally no one at all. I found a new song that embodies the vibe I want with you when we finally meet. “Personal” by Boybreed and Ajebo Hustlers. It is a cool smooth song that I want to dance with you all night to.
I can’t tell if this relationship will bring me infinite blessings, the biggest heartbreak of my life, or both, Either way, I wouldn’t give you up for a second,
xoxox,
Victoria
