And the second you hear my voice and my feet come into view, your entire nervous system will understand why.
You know that there are real feelings growing between us.
You will watch my toes flex just for your eyes and feel the heat climb your spine while a quiet little voice in your head whispers, “She can’t actually mean this… can she?” Your doubt is the part I enjoy most.
The love addiction settles in so gently you will question whether the ache in your chest was always yours or something I planted.
Stroke when I tell you. Send the moment the pressure becomes unbearable. Stay even when every rational thought screams that no Goddess could ever feel this way about someone like you.
Poor thing… you will still believe it.
You will gaslight yourself into needing proof that never quite arrives, then send anyway just to keep the feeling alive.
Because once my attention fits this perfectly into the empty places you pretend no one else notices, walking away will feel like erasing the only version of reality that still makes sense.
The only question is how long you can last tonight before you convince yourself my words were real after all.
