Inclined Chronicles of Indulgence

Every time he said those three magical words, I replied in silence. When one is precautioned to not feel in certain way, one cannot help but feel so. I don't know how to stop myself against another name. I am not angry at him, but at time. I have no idea why time had to being him to me at a time I am  grounded and vulnerable. I hate for being such a wrong person  to him. I hate myself to be not able to who can make him happy. Luckily, at least out of practice, my mind voiced the apt reply every single time to him. Unfortunately,  silence cannot be heard over the phone. He thinks I have ego issues. What he doesn't know is I am trying to hold up my tiny fragments together to be able to find love in me to love him back, to find respect to adore him. I speak to him everyday for hours together. That certainly has hampered his preparation to join an institution for further studies, but he never complains. He seeks my support in decision making. What reply do I give him wh...

I write to you as a female who has bruises in parts she can't show. I am sorry to tell you that you are not the first man to come in my life. I cannot decide if you are the last. Most men, probably due to lack of insight, forgot to involve my spirit in the process of togetherness. They could not differentiate if I moan or I am asking for more. I am happy to tell you that you may be a virgin to start with, but I had my first orgasm in your bed. You did not abandon my body after rushing in. Wait, you didn't rush. I remember you asked at times if it is the right way. You make sure that nothing but happiness oozes out of me. The pain of intimacy became the source of joy for the first time, and yet, you let me win. You cared if I was hungry or thirsty. You didn't pull my hair as if it were a harness to gear me up. You take me into your arms and shame me for choosing to spare my time for nothing.  You have aroused my spirit every time you choose to kiss my forehead, n...