Seattle Greer
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A Different Kind of Love
I remember the first time I ever fell in love. I was nineteen years old, and up until that point, I had been dating for company and convenience. Every relationship that I had was casual and meaningless and served to do nothing but evoke a sense of longing in me; a longing for more depth, for more passion, just for MORE. I would lie awake at night thinking: Is this it? Is this the summation of my love life? Or rather the absence of one. The absence of the passion which was all-encompassing in my life seemed to captivate my waking and sleeping mind. I should probably mention that I was also deeply closeted at the time. I kept flitting from guy to guy like bees flit between flowers searching for the best pollen. Until I met my first girlfriend, I had been picking up the wrong kind of pollen, I suppose. I would tell myself, "I'll date a girl after I break up with this guy!" However, the fear of what coming out could do to me, a child of a religious, conservative family, proved to be more of an incentive than love.
By Seattle Greer6 years ago in Humans