"But do you love me?"

Love? What is love? Love is a social construct. Love is an excuse to screw someone you think is hot. Love is a joke, a trap, an illusion. Love is what you wish for when you don't know how the world really works.

I see your skin and I think of you naked, wish for you to fall into my arms so I can possess you. Part of me wants you now, part of me wants you always.

There's only a limited extent to which these parts overlap.

Lust after you, to be sure. Like you? Yes, of course. I like the way you laugh, the way you smile, even the way you cry and rage. There are depths of passion within you that I could never match, could never hope to attain. Living with you would be like living with the person I wish I could be.

But love you? Is admiration and (yes, I admit it) jealousy the same as love? Is that even the kind of seed from which love could one day grow?

I'm only a man, and a poor excuse of one at that. While you...

"Yes. I love you. Of course I love you, how could you not know that I love you?"


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RebeccaEmin almost 12 years ago

This story is wonderful. Sums up perfectly that humans don't always say exactly what they are thinking! Beautifully written, Tony.

ganymeder almost 12 years ago

It's always nice to peak into the mind of a man. Men are such mysteries. :)

TonyNoland (joined over 12 years ago)
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