Someone on the Post Secret forum wrote this, and it scared me more than you can imagine.
Dear Fuck Buddy, It was only supposed to be sex. We were having a great time, and enjoying the company and the affection, and getting a kick out of having somebody we could both be 100% honest with, with no censorship at all. And now you’ve told me you’re missing me, and thinking of me more than you ought to. And I haven’t found the courage yet to tell you I miss you too. The more time I spend with you, the more time I want to. But I’m not the only girl. I don’t think I can compete. Dear Fuck Buddy…I think I’ve fallen for you.