Valentine’s Day. My boyfriend suggest that we should try being friends for a while. Or at least not to be intimate with each other. Why? Because he needs to figure out if he can be with me based on who I am and how I think. The main issues are that I hug people too much, that I go skinny dipping at the beach (in the morning when no one is there) and that he doesn’t feel special. I treat everyone with this endless affection and he won’t believe me that he is the most special one. I am obsessed with cuddling. He has never seen anyone hug people for so long. It’s unnatural. All of this makes me feel sad.

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