Her 12th Love


I was

12th love

She was
My first

Note: I have always been interested in hearing love stories as in first-person. I want to see those intense tears falling from those beautiful eyes. I wan to kiss those tears and if she allows, I want to kiss those luscious lips too. This is not my modus operandi to destroy lives behind the guise of love.

How can it be when I worship love so much that I want to hear it through the depths of someone’s heart and/or soul. Strangely I am not interested in hearing it from males and find myself attracted only to females. Am I looking for my love through their love? They love someone else and I am just one of the many audiences they’d have throughout their long (sometimes too long to feel like never ending) life.

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