So I just finished watching Season 3 of one of my fav chickflick TV series and it's left me feeling some kinda way!
I know that kind of 'ride or die' love, that passion that's so smoking hot you can almost feel the flames from the screen, that sexiness that no matter how you try to emulate can never be recreated in real life, only exists in the movies.... Yet it's possible to have a semblance of that and I want a semblance of that!
I'm not too scared to admit that I miss being part of a couple, that although I'm currently practicing abstinence I miss being kissed deeply, slowly, passionately, that I miss experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm I didn't give myself, that I miss being held post-coitus and have sweet nothings whispered in my ears. I'm not afraid to admit that I get so lonely I sometimes create imaginary friends and lovers, just so I don't feel so lonely anymore. Yeah I miss knowing that someone I love loves me back in return, and maybe just a little bit more. I miss having that someone you call at the end of the day and unburden it all to, the good, bad and ugly events of that day, someone with whom you share the laughter, tears, pain, jokes, prayers, hope, everything! Yeah I miss it. ...err I don't only miss knowing it, I've sort of forgotten what it feels like (my last relationship was in 2010 and even that was really messed up, one that left me with ZERO self-esteem and complete self-doubt at the end of it all).
So yeah, I don't usually think or worry about the fact that it's me myself and I but watching this series has got me wishing. Kai!!!
Anyhoooooooo I'm just checking in. Enjoy the rest of your Saturday. I'm going out to see what's going on in the world. Ciao!