The long awaited kiss. The long awaited date and potential. When it's over, it's all over. Left behind, , is a vacant space, void of thoughts, void of feeling. After the fury and heat of the moment, I look back and look deep inside to see only emptiness.
Is there anything wrong with me, I wonder. Where is the fire of passion? Perhaps it was never there. Perhaps it was all lust and longing for companionship. But real companionship needs time, needs a spark, needs the fertiliser of laughter, needs an air of mutual feelings and connection. But I do not feel it, even after the date has gone.
Instead I feel I may have deceived the other person... misled him to feel that there is more to it than there really is, at least from my side.
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