Our kiss eclipses all others, real, imagine, dreamed of. It is the beginning of time, it is the end of the ages.
Sunstroke and frostbite.
It was all that I could ask for and completely unexpected.
I expected demands.
He gifted me with tenderness.
I expected ego.
He let me experiment.
I expected disrespect.
He called me beautiful.
I expected him to expect perfection.
He taught me all I needed to know.
It was the exact opposite
for me. At first all I
wanted was sex with her,
but soon I wanted more.
More sex, yes, in unusual
places, and all different kinds.
But that wasn’t all. I wanted
her to fill the empty spaces
left by a father who never
once praised me, ‘friends’ who
used me, an ice princess mom
who raised me with glass kisses.
Anger is a valid emotion. It’s only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don’t want to do.
And the scary thing is, I’m on a fast track to that same aviary. Unless I find my wings.
…the easier path
Grandma once told me it’s easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.
Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don’t, one blink and they might disappear…forever.
Commitment means losing yourself to gain something temporary. Nothing lasts. Not looks. Not love.
Perfect? How can you define a word without concrete meaning?