Counterfit
I thought I loved him. But really I only loved the Thought of him. I was empty and alone, searching for some sort of happiness for some type of escape. And there he was, so enticing and charming. He drew me in. I thought he cared about me, that he was really there for me. But we were both just using each other for momentary happiness some fake feelings of bliss. I was addicted to the way he kissed my neck and caressed my skin. He was my drug of choice my ecstasy, my high. But every night I was alone again starring at the ceiling with that same old empty feeling. There was no love between us. Just a poisonous Lust, the everlasting search for momentary happiness. I wanted love so badly that I settled for its counterfeit. He left me broken with no hope of finding true love. But I've learned a thing or two since him. I don't need him. I am not alone. I am worth it. I come from a society that tells women we ...