"You know, there are times when I think about you so much that I can't even sleep. I would like to tell you what I feel, this deep and inexplicable feeling that haunts me. But I hold myself back, because I know that for you, it makes no sense. I am just a passage, an object of pleasure that you use, nothing more. No one must ever know what exists between us, because deep down, it is nothing more than a few stolen hours, moments paid for. And when it is all over, you leave. For days, weeks, you don't care how I am. Then, you come back. Maybe I am different, maybe my body, my skin, or my way of being attracts you... but I will never really know. I stay here, stuck in my memories. I remember every detail: your smell, your look, the softness of your touch, the sound of your voice... Everything is engraved in me. Even the simplest moments, like sharing a meal, seem precious to me. And yet, I know I'm wrong. I cling to illusions, to words that mean nothing. I cling to someone who doesn't see me, who doesn't feel me. Each encounter makes me weaker, more in love, more helpless. I know I have to put an end to this. I can't keep hoping for something that will never exist. But it's stronger than me. Even when I tell myself that I should block you, cut off all contact, I can't go a day without writing to you, without saying hello. And every time, I ask myself: what am I doing? I'm just a girl you call to forget your daily life, to relieve your stress. And I must finally understand that it will never be anything more. That's all I am to you, but you... you, you are everything to me."