No one ever touched me like you did: with that tender touch, with that genuine affection, with that sincere love. I will for sure miss the sex, our bodies next to each other, the passion steaming with radiating heat, our hearts beating at an indescribable rate, the pulse of the thrust, the moan yielding for sincerity, the screams demanding more. But there was more to you, than just that. There was that smile hidden in your face, the rough spots in your soft hands, the warmth of your body, and your eyes stealing a glimpse of me.
But with such beauty, came hardships. Stubborn by nature, not able to defy the values I established before I laid eyes on you. I could not let go of the thorn that was pricking at your heart, so you chose to walk the other direction. I cant blame you for thinking with your head, but that jealousy that eroded was untamed like a wild beast at the local zoo. In spite of what I did, who I did, when I did it, it was you who I whispered sweet things to. It was you who I missed, it was you who I wanted, but it was also you who I hurt.
I can't proclaim tears running down my face, for the rage infuriate me. The same jealousy that drove me to love you drove you to hate me. For here I am at a loss of words, but not just yet, because all I have left to say is that I love you and always will. It is undoubtedly love, with special conditions. Love that shines brighter than lust and jealousy, but dimmer than reality. For my reality is no longer you.
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