Love.
A word packed with so much meaning, so much power yet so wrongly used. Now in day people often misuse the word love mistaken it for lust, for possession.
When you love someone you are literally just handing them your heart. You are handing them your trust. You're giving them the power to do anything they want with it. For me, it was almost impossible not to love you since you were the one who heard my calls for help when no one else did. You came into my life and lead me out into the open. You showed me how I can have the power to give life meaning. When I thought I couldn't be saved an angel came to my rescue; you came to my rescue. But I can't help but think
Did I fall in love with you or the feeling?
Was it love or lust?
Lust.
The way you made me feel; this intense weird bundle of feelings and nerves. How your soft and warm fingertips gently drew on my skin. The way you held me or how safe your warm lips made me feel wanted. Needed. How you gently bit my lip and let your tongue get lost in the depths of me. The way your eyes pierced back at mine as your soft lips slowly trailed down my stomach. The way you made me feel so safe I could actually go to sleep.
But then again
How does love even feel like?
Love feels like, like.
Sweaty palms and a pounding heart or is it butterflies?
Is it possible for me to fall in love with you for both reasons?
Lust just begs for one's body, love pleads for both the body and the soul. Realization struck me. Fuck. I'm actually in love. Lust is just physical attraction, sexual attraction but love is both sexual and emotional attachment. I'm in love. In love. Love. Fuck.
But how can I fall in love if I don't know how to love?
If I don't understand love?
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Short StoryThis book will be composed of short stories, random thoughts, and poems I come up with late at night. In progress Disclaimer! Contains depressive and suicidal thoughts. The book goes from daily struggles all the way to mental illnesses. I am in no...
