It can’t possibly be love, can it? I’ve said it. Never to you, but I’ve said it because I couldn’t find another word.

Here are some other words:

I am obsessed with the thought of touching you and you touching me and it’s a black hole cancer in my mind because if I entertain the dangerous thoughts once, I’m stuck in the tar for days. I want to taste you and f*** you and I want you inside me, I want to hear you have s**, feel you and experience you completely.

So, it’s lust, I guess. Obsession and lust and entirely f****** inappropriate and wrong.