“Weight Bench,”
I am soooo glad I found a way to show (you) such favor WITHOUT metaphorically putting my neck on the line.  Go ahead, call me a weasel for dodging sustained opposition hiding my heart until now.  THIS IS DAY 1!  “I’m on a new level!”
I believe we are both one of a kind.  You remain in my heart unparalleled.    I think of you a bit as my refuge.  I tend to rename you often.  I pair your initials with girl A, girl B and girl C’s geographical coordinates semi-religiously.  It keeps me chugging (choo choo!)  My content plus the memories plus most of my hopes, effort, energy and love, all go into fueling this monstrosity of a behemoth I call my physical body.  I want an actual conversation where we both share how we feel about each other to be the kindling that starts the next timber-eating inferno, is that ok?

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