An Angels Tragedy

Hypersexual?

    The sexual trauma I went through so young had convinced me I'd never trust one again, until I met you.
   I trusted you, I let you in both mentally and physically. Don't get me wrong the sex was desirable and felt right, until I thought about it more and more, using it to fulfill the validation I wished for, unknowingly.
  However I recently had an epiphany, it was not the sex that delighted me in the way I dreamt. It did make us feel loved and needed but that was not my reason for wanting it so badly.
  I loved sex for the aftermath, when you got me dressed, kissed my forehead, lied in bed and giggled, as if we are the only ones alive, just how you'd make me feel loved in that moment more so than any other moment.
  It was never the sex, it was the romance movie like moments that fulfilled me.