'It's easy to fall in love, but it's hard to be someone's beloved. It's very easy to care someone, it's really hard to be cared by someone. Sex isn't always about lust, sometimes it's just love, sometimes it's just care.' I thought
"Are you okay Jess?" He whispered gently,
"Yeah better" I answered and sighed, rubbing my face on his bare chest, I heard his soft giggling. He hold me more tightly,
I closed my eyes,
I opened my eyes and gasped, I learned a lot, I changed a lot. Now I'm loving me, being a be-loved of myself, by caring myself, and about lust, I kissed him there on his chest "How is she?" I asked. "Not much se*y as you are! " he laughed and answered straightly.
He met someone nice, he's with her now, I don't felt jealousy, I don't felt say, I know that we never loved, he was just my beloved, just his beloved! We care about each other, but still it isn't love! We're just not holding on to each other. Though we fuck, suck, lick, we don't have luck ~
28-09-2023
#journal of an unknown girl
"Are you okay Jess?" He whispered gently,
"Yeah better" I answered and sighed, rubbing my face on his bare chest, I heard his soft giggling. He hold me more tightly,
I closed my eyes,
'Thinking about him, his care,
Being his beloved, in his lust,
But not love.
In the shadows of desire,
I danced with his every touch,
Lost in the heat of the moment,
But never in the depths of his heart.
His eyes are like a fire,
Which ignites a hunger within,
But his love was a mirage,
A mere illusion, fleeting and thin.
I was his plaything,
A vessel for his pleasure,
But his affection, a shallow surface,
Lacking depth and a lasting measure.
I yearned for his love,
To be the one he adored,
But he kept me at arm's length,
Leaving my heart bruised and sore.
In his embrace, I felt the burn,
Yet, it was only temporary,
For his love was a hollow urn,
Devoid of love's sanctuary.
I longed for his commitment,
To be more than just an affair,
But he remained distant, aloof,
Unwilling to show me he cared.
So, I walked away from his grasp,
Breaking free from the chains,
No longer his captive, his beloved,
For I deserved more than lust's disdain.
In the mirror, I now see,
A warrior, fierce and strong,
No longer defined by his desires,
But by my own self-love song.
About him, his care,
In his lust, I found my strength,
But not love, for it was merely a facade,
Now I soar, free at length.'
Being his beloved, in his lust,
But not love.
In the shadows of desire,
I danced with his every touch,
Lost in the heat of the moment,
But never in the depths of his heart.
His eyes are like a fire,
Which ignites a hunger within,
But his love was a mirage,
A mere illusion, fleeting and thin.
I was his plaything,
A vessel for his pleasure,
But his affection, a shallow surface,
Lacking depth and a lasting measure.
I yearned for his love,
To be the one he adored,
But he kept me at arm's length,
Leaving my heart bruised and sore.
In his embrace, I felt the burn,
Yet, it was only temporary,
For his love was a hollow urn,
Devoid of love's sanctuary.
I longed for his commitment,
To be more than just an affair,
But he remained distant, aloof,
Unwilling to show me he cared.
So, I walked away from his grasp,
Breaking free from the chains,
No longer his captive, his beloved,
For I deserved more than lust's disdain.
In the mirror, I now see,
A warrior, fierce and strong,
No longer defined by his desires,
But by my own self-love song.
About him, his care,
In his lust, I found my strength,
But not love, for it was merely a facade,
Now I soar, free at length.'
I opened my eyes and gasped, I learned a lot, I changed a lot. Now I'm loving me, being a be-loved of myself, by caring myself, and about lust, I kissed him there on his chest "How is she?" I asked. "Not much se*y as you are! " he laughed and answered straightly.
He met someone nice, he's with her now, I don't felt jealousy, I don't felt say, I know that we never loved, he was just my beloved, just his beloved! We care about each other, but still it isn't love! We're just not holding on to each other. Though we fuck, suck, lick, we don't have luck ~
28-09-2023
#journal of an unknown girl
even it's virtual or reality. Ur feel for that someone is highly valuable. 
even we both in love we only allowed to travel upto certain limits in our life journey namaku pudichavanga elaru kudium life fulla travel panna mudiyathu. So iniki iruka affection na mulusa adore pannunga anubavainga. 
Wow
Heartwarming
