My first love started at the age of fifteen, and my heart fell in love at the age of eighteen. I met the man I would spend my life with at the age of twenty-five, got married at the age of thirty, and had a five-year-old child two years later.
My lover loves me deeply, but I cannot love him. It took me ten years to understand all his preferences, but if I don't love him, I probably can't fall in love with anyone. No, that's not accurate. I did love him. I was sure that there was a moment when I loved him so deeply that I wanted to spend a lifetime with him, but only for a moment. It took about a twelfth of a blink of an eye, a fifth of a heart beat, and a half of a bullet coming out of the chamber before I decided to spend the rest of my life with him.
Purpose: The tragedy of the sexually unrequited person