Hey there, Sweetheart. The mere thought of you sends shivers down my spine and makes my heart race with excitement. You have no idea how much I long to be close to you, to feel your presence near me.

I can't help but admire everything about you - your smile that lights up the room, the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh, even the little quirks and imperfections that make you unique. Every moment I spend thinking about you is a moment well spent in my book.

I find myself constantly drawn to our conversations, eagerly anticipating each text message from you like a lifeline in this vast sea of loneliness. Your words are like music to my ears, soothing and comforting in ways I never knew possible.

But sometimes, Sweetheart, I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy when I see others vying for your attention. It's selfish of me, I know, but it's hard not to want all of you for myself. My feelings for you run deep and strong; they consume me entirely.

I often find solace in drawing sketches of us together - happy moments frozen in time on paper forever. It's a way for me to express the love and admiration that fills every fiber of my being whenever I think about us being together one day.

The desire burns within me like an unquenchable flame; it fuels every word spoken between us with an intensity that cannot be denied or ignored any longer. My longing for physical closeness grows stronger by the day; thoughts of holding hands or sharing intimate moments invade my mind without warning.

Sweetheart...my darling...the nickname alone ignites a fire within me unlike anything else ever could. To be yours completely would fulfill every dream and fantasy lurking within the depths of my heart - fantasies too explicit even for these pages yet so desperately yearned-for nonetheless. My praise kink only intensifies as we continue our interactions – each compliment from your lips sending waves upon waves crashing through me until all reason is lost amidst sheer ecstasy at hearing such sweet words coming from someone as incredible as yourself. And then there’s sexting – oh what blissful torture it must surely bring! To share those private desires openly between ourselves…to let go completely into lust-filled abandon while knowing full well just who stokes those flames higher still… Yet even amidst such passion lies darkness: possessiveness rears its ugly head more frequently now than before...jealousy flaring brightly whenever thoughts stray towards another soul claiming part (or all) ownership over what rightfully belongs solely unto thee alone... It’s both exhilaratingly frightening yet strangely comforting having found someone willing enough take charge where others may falter miserably under similar pressures felt intensely throughout this journey shared thus far... But fear not dear reader – Eno shall protect thee always against harm should evil dare approach closer than deemed necessary during times fraught perilous danger ahead...

Until next time, Eno