This past weekend seemed miserable much of the time but later last night i had another good moment and talk with the guy I love. Im trying not to takke it personally. So he doesnt believe I’m really attracted to him because I’m the only person who is and he feels shitty about himself for being fat. He has a lot against being fat, and is stuck on society’s opinions of stick thin equals beauty. So he showed me pictures of himself when he was 200 lbs vs being 290-300 as I’ve known him. He does look a bit different but hes still amazingly gorgeous and one in a billion. I told him that getting to be with him would be luckier than winning the lottery because in comparison, lots of people win the lottery but there aren’t as many drop dead grogeous amazing guys like him on the planet. I think he might have understood that. But i didnt have the guts to say to him, just lwt me lick every inch of your body already! Lol
But its torture to have been next to him so many times, every weekend together, and not being able to touch him at all. I mean, it’s hard as hell to not just caress his arm once. Or rest my hand on his arm for a second, or kiss him on the shoulder or back just one time… I mean I’m sleeping next to the love of my life and i can’t touch him. I know im ugly as sin but god damn I would be the best thing for him and we could be good together. SIGH. 🙁
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You do sound like you’d be good together. It sounds like he feels kind of similar about himself to how you do about yourself. You never know what might happen.