It's About Her 3

It's About Her 3

It's About Her 3

There is gummies, candies and brownies. I had my options.

In canada, theses things are leagule. Back in my country it is not.

Only thing I found the same, in the both opposite side of the country is- The way people feel LOVE. I have 10 different way to take an adventure but I choose love to play with.

How stupid am I?

I gotta fill you in.

I used dating apps here and the market is pretty nice. All the guys I could ask for is in my mobile app. I was clear, I don’t want to go into relationship and ride rollercoaster of emotions, It will only be one night stand, Nothing more. I got one match, And this date is everything I have wanted.

We Meet at 04:00PM, We went to movie, we went to archaed games, we had lovely dinner at the restaurant, We went to his place. And this night is everything I have thought it would be.

The chemistry is unbeatable. I don’t know much about him but his touch feels like I understand this touch from long. It is very familiar and comfortable. I made my case clear before i came to this date. We both know, It’ll be one night stand.

After that night, I was craving his touch like you crave incream in periods. It became irresistible for me. But I told him, it’ll be one night stand; He is respecting my wish and not messaged me ever again. I am crazy about him. I am not sure it was that much magical or I made it magical by romanticising too much.

In a few days, He messaged. I turned red(by Blushing) when I saw his message. We met and it was just like before and more. I know what is happening with me. I am feeling too much comfort with the person and this should not be happening. At that time we didn’t discuss anything further.

After a day, he messaged and we agreed to rendezvous. Things have been set, I am excited to meet him, see him, touch him, bite him, smell him. It’s like my all senses are becoming active. Just by thinking of him. And something happened, we were not able to meet. I am feeling devastated, I am sure he is too. He was eager to meet me.

I am not liking this feeling. My stomach is hurting, emotional pain is turning into physical pain. I wanted to escape this part of my life. And my choices are gummies, candies and brownies.

And I chose none.

I wanted to feel the pain, feel the pain in my stomach where butterflies used to be.

This is me discovering; Love feels the same in any corner of the world. I am not mad at him, I am mad at the situation and I know It is not about him.

PS: Choose something and sleep, You don’t have to bear the pain.

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Bina Parmar
Bina Parmar

Hi there, lovely internet stranger!

Welcome to the ramblings of a person(I don’t call myself a writer) who thrives on coffee more than people ( observing people never hurts). I am not a well known writer, but I bring a different kind of adventure: the kind where sarcasm flows freely and pop culture references become surprisingly profound.

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