The guy who stole my soul briefly. Intimacy is one thing, and yes as a woman we thrive and bloom on good love making. But what’s this thing called romance?
I am still uncertain. However, I relive daily my brief encounter with a whirlwind short romance. I felt in lust in an instance!. Nice looking, charming, sexy, goal oriented. I can go on forever.
What I like most of all was his attentiveness to me. The compliments. The way he kissed me, or complimented the body I thought was so hideous. It was nice. Different.
But only in my mind. I created an illusion. What I supplied and nourished all on my own. A fantasy. He was being a man. While I was just being a woman. Then he said,” I’m not looking for anything serious.
Was it anyone’s fault?