He does this thing during sex that is absolutely symbolic of our relationship, rather lack thereof. Sometimes, he slows down. He becomes sensual, slow, meaningful. He caresses my body softly, all the way up to my cheek, which he strokes. He puts his forehead on mine, looking at me in the eyes, holding me close and making sure I'm safe. Then, with one swift motion he pulls himself away and slaps me. The first time, it shocked me, but I liked it. Every time he does this to me, it makes me crave him more. Perhaps that's the masochist in me. Even more likely, I want to cherish even those short fleeting moments of what feels like love, even if it ends in betrayal. Whatever it is, it is a perfect symbol of what we have. Of the relationship we hold with each other. It's meaningless, though sometimes, though short, there are moments of bliss. Bliss that always ends in pain.
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Painful Bliss
RomanceA young girl, Cleo, accounts her first summer at college through her diary. With secrets, lies, betrayal, and forbidden romance she tries to survive her college years with as little heartache as possible; though that soon proves difficult when a man...
