a sinful act

Never in my entire mind have I ever wanted to feel like a home wrecker.
This isn’t even a lucrative act, for pocket’s sake! I was just a fool perhaps to believe that love was set for me; believe me, it isn’t; FOR NOW.

I don’t know if I really am one. I am talking with that person yeah, but I’m putting more colors to the picture than your baby brother’s 256 crayon-set F***! I really detest this condition; I want to get over this segment of my life show. This isn’t hale and hearty, this is malevolence; More evil than Satan’s tail.

All my life, I just wanted to feel what in cupid’s name is love, what it feels like. After a series of failed relationships, here I am optimistic…still. Well, as I’ve been told by a good friend, intimacy is dissimilar from romance. I asked him “In what manner?” and gave me a look of I-don’t-even-know. That’s what love is, I concluded; something vague. It’s emic and it’s karmic.

Hopefully, this post is something worth posting as it is my first post in this new blog.

I hope, by the end of the year, I could experience my roller coaster traverse too.