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I have lived a charmed life. Have all that I could want, a lovely wife, two lovely girls, and cars that made me hard and wanting from my childhood to now.
Yet, I want something that is just out of reach, could upset all that I have achieved. Each time I look at him, get close to him, I want to reach out and confess my feelings to him.
At times I think he thinks the same.
At night, when I'm alone in London or on the road, I stroke myself to visions of him and I say his name.