What do you think about my body? I’ve wondered if you’ve ever noticed the little details, the way I move, or the way I carry myself. Sometimes I’m self-conscious, thinking about how I look or how I appear to others. But in moments like this, I can’t help but wonder if you see me differently. Do you find something beautiful in the way I am, in the way my body fits into the world around me? I’m curious—do you appreciate the parts of me that I might not even notice? What do you really think when you look at me
Are you hot? I can’t help but notice how effortlessly you capture attention wherever you go. It’s more than just your looks—it’s the way you carry yourself, that confidence and energy that radiates from within. Every time I see you, there’s something magnetic about you that draws me in, almost like you’re glowing. It’s not just physical attraction, though. There’s a certain fire in you that ignites curiosity and admiration. I wonder if you realize how irresistible you are, how you leave an impression on everyone lucky enough to be around you. So, yeah—are you hot? Because you absolutely are.
Do you love me? I can’t help but wonder if you feel the same way I do. When we’re apart, I think about the moments we’ve shared, the way your presence makes everything feel right. But I need to know if it’s real for you, too. Do you think about me when I’m not around? Do you find yourself smiling at the thought of us, just like I do? I’m searching for something more than just the words—something deeper, something that proves your love isn’t just in the fleeting moments but in every beat of your heart. Do you love me?
Do you miss me? Sometimes, I wonder if you think about me the way I think about you. Are there moments when something reminds you of our time together, and a wave of nostalgia hits? I find myself replaying memories, wondering if you do the same. There’s a quiet longing in my heart, a space I wish you could fill again. I miss your smile, the way we used to talk for hours, and the little things that made us so comfortable together. So, tell me—do you miss me too? Or am I the only one holding on to this feeling?
Can you tell me? What do I have to do to make things right, to understand where we stand? I’m lost in this uncertainty, trying to find the words that might make everything clearer. I want to know what you need, what I can give, what will bring us closer. It’s hard not knowing where I fit in your world. If I’ve done something wrong, tell me—I’ll try to fix it. But if it’s just a matter of time, I’ll wait. Please, can you tell me? I need to understand what I have to do to make this work.
I have a gift for you. It’s something small, but it carries all the feelings I sometimes struggle to express. Every time I thought of you, this gift seemed like the perfect way to show how much you mean to me. It’s not about the price or the wrapping—it’s about the thought behind it, the little piece of me I’m giving to you. I hope it makes you smile, the way you make me smile without even trying. So, I’ve been holding onto this, waiting for the right moment. I hope you like it. It’s for you, from my heart
Can you come here? I need you close, not just in words, but in presence. There’s something about being near you that feels like home. When you’re far away, everything seems incomplete. I want to see your face, hear your voice, feel the comfort of your touch. It’s not just about the physical distance, but the way it makes me feel when you’re not around. Can you come here? I don’t need an answer right away, but I long for that moment when you’re by my side again, and everything just feels right. So, can you come here? Please.
