This .was. from an upcoming story, but I changed my mind.
Basically, a realistic yet ever hopefuls point on love.
Yet willing to take any chance for sex.
Why?
Sex is one pleasure, and it's pointless.
It lasts for ******** all, and people get too attached, too clingy, too emotional…
At the end, it’s just sex, just a blow, just a quick ******** if you think about it.
It’s not making love, because love is something that no one can make, and love is something that no one will understand.
How do we know we’re in love?
How do we even know love exists?
I’ll tell you how I, personally, know.
I’ve been there.
I’m in love, I’ve felt love, and I despise the person on the surface.
To know love?
Look at the person and what do you see?
Pain, anger, disappointed topped with happiness, troubles and someone who will be there no matter what you do.
They hold you, and your pain is taken away.
They kiss you, and you’ve never been kissed like it before, no matter if it was them who had kissed y ou before.
You can’t make love by having sex; you can’t classify sex as love because it doesn’t happen. A cheap shag may be a cheap shag, but when you’re in love with the person, it becomes more.
No, love isn’t sex, you don’t need to be in love to have sex, but it helps.
Cupcakes are just Gay Muffins ~ A Literate Hangout
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