The real truth is, SMA left me because I didn't love her. As much as I tried, my heart already belonged to someone else.
Because the truth is
Humanity has risen!, I love you. And I don't mean that in some esoteric non-gay sense. I mean that in the real sense of the word.
Your online homosexual rants have been turning me on for quite some time now. Every time I read one, I imagine your attractive, muscular fingers typing away at the keyboard. Stroking it with your thoughts and preparing them for online distribution via the Codex.
I like your gay thoughts. I often find them making me hard at the keyboard while I browse the Codex. Every day I come online wondering what special little nugget you've left for me, what jewel of homosexual wisdom you've deposited on my website. Like a man who wakes up every morning just to see the sun and have it fill his heart with joy.
You are my morning sun, HHR.
And you fill my heart with joy.
Sometimes I think the Codex IS me. And I imagine you visiting me every day to talk about gay male love. Caressing me with your fingers while you share your thoughts. The kind of stroking you'd do at a keyboard.
Sometimes I imagine you thinking about me while you type them. Letting your image of me swirl about your head while you think up the next homosexual thoughts you can write. When I read them, I know that for just a few brief moments, deep male gay-love thoughts about me have been inside your head. Swirling about like waves around a ship on an ocean voyage. The kind of sick, perverted thoughts that would upset a fag-hating God and guarantee a man's life in eternal damnation. The kind of thoughts you're thinking.
I want you HHR. I want you to be mine.