But now, I am addicted to the peace and calm of being alone. There is something so soothing about solitude that I have no urgent wish to give it up and connect with people.

If someone asked me if I liked him, Yes!If someone asked me if it was love, Jeez, no!Being offered sex with him, I’d say ‘hell, yeah!’.

Life presents twists and turns, and there comes a pointwhere you have no clue if you should turn left or right. It ispure luck or fate, and of course, let’s not forget the only onewho takes the blame, God! God wants this to happen, it’s allGod’s plan to direct you to something better.

My loneliness is a choice, not a situation.

I can see the common people, with their halo of self-defined morality (that changes conveniently based on needs), coin a term for me that I don’t quite approve of – Bitch.

Lying there, feeling safe in his tight embrace, a tear escaped my resolute eye and darkened his purple shirt. I usually do not cry when I am afraid, but invariably did when I felt safe and cocooned, like I felt in the confines of his strong, sure arms.