Can I Still Love?

The Story

Sometimes I feel like I'm living parallel lives. And I wonder if if something is just in my head, then it doesn't exist. I wonder if I will become like my father - a famous lover with several parallel families. When do we go from an innocent search for love to "spinning" several boyfriends at once? I will not write now about all the stories in which I feel guilty or a victim, because I will not have enough space. I will focus on the more important ones for me. There was a time when I knew what I wanted. I wanted a boy in the class. Well, I could have tasted better, but my heart was beating for only one, which in itself is worthy. Somewhere back then, I was disgusted by conversations about feelings, which I don't know if it was good. The thing is, the boy tricked me into admitting my feelings for him. He was supposed to be in love, we were going to be boyfriends, but since he revealed me, he started avoiding me.

I fell into a prolonged depression. Then I went to follow with the attitude of hitting him alive. I tried to have one or another boyfriend, I started having sex, but somehow I didn't feel the connections or the sex. As one boy found out, I was just collecting material for fun coffee conversations with the girls (we had gathered big fans of Sex and the City). However, frigidity is fun for a while and my best friend advised me to try to have sex with someone I love. I looked for my man, who was already engaged to another, and offered to have casual sex, promising not to tell his fiancée. He expressed great astonishment and indignation. He had a serious girlfriend and had sex with her, I couldn't have found a friend and had sex with him for so many years. He did not agree and did not refuse. He thought deeply about what he should do for a year. About once a month I asked him how far he was thinking, and he always asked me what my deep motivation was to want to have sex with him.

I told him that I had an awful lot of sex with him and that I didn't understand what more he wanted to say to him. In the meantime, I really liked a boy at a party. I hoped to see you another time, but it didn't come again, it lived very far away. Finally, I exploded in front of our mutual friends: "how can I like someone one day and you stop inviting them". They got into my situation. The boy came to us for a while, planning to travel back that evening. In fact, he stayed with me all night. I've always said it was the sex of my life. In the morning the boy left and I did not hear anything about him for a long time. I would probably take the initiative for the second time, I was already used to it, but something else happened. That same week (my suckers had barely passed) that thinker called and agreed to have sex. When the big day came, he was more excited than I was, probably for fear of being caught, but I was very moved. Then I didn't look for anyone for sex for half a year to keep the feeling of it. Then I lived with a new boy that I couldn't stand because I needed a roommate. Somewhere then I was told, among other things, that the one with whom I had the sex of my life was in love with me, experienced that night again and again, but did not feel worthy of me. I thought they were joking. I wanted to look positively at my boyfriend, at first I was glad that at least I already have regular sex, although bad, but over time I started to get angrier and angrier.

That boy decided to tell me firsthand that he couldn't forget that night and that he really wanted a repeat. I thanked him as a nice compliment and promised him nothing, I told him I had a friend. Once I was out with our mutual friends and he came to us very quickly just to see me. He didn't say anything to me, but I saw him looking at me. I felt sick. We gradually increased communication. At first he just called me and hung up to remind me of himself, then he started writing regularly on the Internet and more and more long conversations. When I was alone, we turned on the cameras and talked about that night, looking into each other's eyes. I looked at my watch and saw that several hours had passed, as it had when we had sex. I confessed to him that I dreamed of running away from him (he gave us quite a serious distance), but I was afraid. We dreamed of living together and having sex every night. I wanted him so much that I started to hate him. I remembered how he had covered up after sex as if only committed women were interesting. In another attempt to seduce me for sex,

I told him terrible things, he told me too, we blocked. I no longer had a vent and had a fatal quarrel with my roommate. I bragged to many people, too many. Even to that thinker I wrote something like "zdr ko pr". I knew he hadn't been with his fiancée for a long time, but without details. He rejoiced like never before and immediately began to complain that he had been alone for a long time and could not find a girlfriend. He also said that he exposed himself a lot when we had sex, and that's probably why I stopped looking for him, but now he wants revenge. I asked him why he hadn't mentioned it before, and he said he called me once, but someone else picked him up. I didn't expect that, not from the first call, and it took me a while to clear the gap. He joked that I was taking revenge on him.

The boy and I got along with the unforgettable sex as if nothing had happened, in fact we enjoyed each other more than ever. I didn't want to make jealous scenes for him, because I did some of them, but I started to complain about the distance that separated us, from the fact that everyone led a completely different life. He said that this would change, that he would start coming to Bulgaria more often and that we would be together every time, and that he had already talked to his boss about giving him leave earlier. I asked him what he had told him, and he said, "I told him that the girl I love will marry someone else." Nice. There was still time until his vacation and in the meantime I met the thinker, we talked, we had sex.

I didn't know if he was curled up next time. I hung around the phone for a few days, knowing that they were both nearby and it was possible to call. It became clear to me that I would call again, but I wondered who had the "advantage". I wrote an unsightly message to the thinker. He replied, "Will we see each other?" In some strangely resigned style, but then I didn't give him enough importance. We went to them, and he, as in the good old days, asked me what was my deep motivation to want to have sex with him. I told him he had to be a really nasty person to keep asking me that, and he asked why he was nasty. I asked him why he agreed, and he said it was a secret and also that he didn't really want us to do it. We did it as long as I didn't waste it. Then he said he suspected I had deep feelings for him, but that he already has a new girlfriend and he will be happy for me to finally find a boyfriend and let him go. This conversation came to me more and more and for a few days I was sick, I was not fit for any meetings with people. Naturally, the boy with the unforgettable sex called just then. I confessed to him that I was not well, without going into details, and we still did not see each other, he left again. Half a year later, I lived again with a new boy, whom I need as a roommate (or at least in the beginning it was quite necessary), but with him I already fit in every way, including sex, which I mention so much in this topic. The boy with the unforgettable sex had left his job abroad and wanted to see me at last, but I had to provide the terrain, which would be a headache.

I thought about it, my relationship wasn't very serious yet, but I said to myself, " I still didn't understand when a few hours passed. It was light and people began to pass. After this case I am very careful not to detect it somewhere, I am afraid even if we are in one settlement. We continued to write to each other for some time. Last time I asked him if he loved me. He said, “Honestly, no, I accept you as a friend, but you’re cool.” He hasn’t written to me in a long time, otherwise I’ve been told he still mentions me and hopes for a live reunion, and is already a man with a family. I wonder how to formulate the problem. I have no problem with that boy, he always tells me what I want to hear, there are a lot of similarities between us, to be honest. I feel guilty that there is (will be) something magical between us that I threw away, but not too much guilt. I don't have a problem with my boyfriend either. He is really wonderful. We live harmoniously together, we make plans for the future, but ... Sometimes I think a lot about that boy, I just fly somewhere and I have to take a day off until I get back to Earth.

I think of others, though more dispassionately. My friend knows that I'm a little dizzy, and he accepted me as such. Let's go back to the first paragraph. I am afraid that I will become my father and one day I will start leading his parallel lives, as far as the other sex pays attention to me. Do you think that I love someone at all or just look at my comfortable life, scratch my ego with all sorts of male attention, enjoy how revolving I was once, but love only myself? I am afraid that I will become my father and one day I will start leading his parallel lives, as far as the other sex pays attention to me. Do you think that I love someone at all or just look at my comfortable life, scratch my ego with all sorts of male attention, enjoy how revolving I once was, but love only myself? I am afraid that I will become my father and one day I will start leading his parallel lives, as far as the other sex pays attention to me. Do you think that I love someone at all or just look at my comfortable life, scratch my ego with all sorts of male attention, enjoy how revolving I was once, but I only love myself?

Last Updated
August 30, 2020
Author:
julietkalen

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