Until then, I remain adrift in the sea of longing, my soul a vessel tossed upon the waves of desire, my heart a beacon of light in the darkness of the night.

I wait, with bated breath and a heart full of hope, for the day when our paths will converge in a moment of perfect harmony, where friendship and desire intertwine in a symphony of shared intimacy and mutual affection.

Yet, amidst the chaos of desire, there lingers a silent refrain, a whispered promise of intimacy yet to be explored. It is a bittersweet symphony, where friendship and desire blur like watercolor strokes on a canvas.

As I watch from the wings, a symphony of emotions unfolds within me – envy, desire, and a longing so profound it reverberates in the depths of my soul. For in Zimmy, I see not just a friend, but a muse, a conduit for the raw passion that courses through my veins.

In the delicate dance of friendship and desire, my dear friend Zimmy orchestrates a melody of allure and abandonment, captivating hearts with effortless grace. His addiction to rizzing up ABGs, a tempestuous whirlwind of seduction and fleeting affection, leaves a trail of shattered hearts in its wake.

SLAYYYY