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Favoured Frenzy
I think we’re trapped in the idea of what love even means anymore.
Is love in the virtual world real, or is love in the real world the only thing that’s real? Honestly, sometimes it feels like none of it is real.
First of all, what even is love?
And wait… what do we mean by attachment?
People catch feelings online and call it love, but most of the time it’s just loneliness, lust, attention, and emotional drama mixed together. I’m not judging anyone, but come on — this is literally a sexting site, not some deep soulmate-finding app. (Chirikana emoji)
At first it’s all:
“Hey babe, nee kaicho?”
“Enthaan nee ingane mounam aayi nikane?”
“Evde ente muthumani, sothumani, pari?” ❤
Calls, texts, late-night talks, fake promises, acting like you found your forever person…
Then after 2 or 3 months:
“Eda… namuk ith sheri avilla.”
“Let’s end this.”
And both people get hurt.
That’s where the real struggle begins.
You start missing their calls, their texts, their presence. You think about them every day even though you knew this wasn’t built for something real in the first place.
And that’s the irony of it all.
People come here for fun, attention, validation, horny vibes, temporary escape… just to enjoy the moment. That’s it. But somehow emotions still get involved, and suddenly it becomes harder to leave than it was to enter.
Is love in the virtual world real, or is love in the real world the only thing that’s real? Honestly, sometimes it feels like none of it is real.
First of all, what even is love?
And wait… what do we mean by attachment?
People catch feelings online and call it love, but most of the time it’s just loneliness, lust, attention, and emotional drama mixed together. I’m not judging anyone, but come on — this is literally a sexting site, not some deep soulmate-finding app. (Chirikana emoji)
At first it’s all:
“Hey babe, nee kaicho?”
“Enthaan nee ingane mounam aayi nikane?”
“Evde ente muthumani, sothumani, pari?” ❤
Calls, texts, late-night talks, fake promises, acting like you found your forever person…
Then after 2 or 3 months:
“Eda… namuk ith sheri avilla.”
“Let’s end this.”
And both people get hurt.
That’s where the real struggle begins.
You start missing their calls, their texts, their presence. You think about them every day even though you knew this wasn’t built for something real in the first place.
And that’s the irony of it all.
People come here for fun, attention, validation, horny vibes, temporary escape… just to enjoy the moment. That’s it. But somehow emotions still get involved, and suddenly it becomes harder to leave than it was to enter.
