Today I wanted to jump your bones in class. Really. And I think you knew. I hope you do. I want more than anything to know that you want me and to know that the feeling is mutual and not just living inside of me and making me climb the walls. I would hope you’re climbing the walls too, but I don’t wish this twisted, delicious agony on anyone. Just the ecstasy of seeing your face and feeling like I’m coming back to life while slowly dying from wanting you. Do I inspire that in you? Give me a sign.