It's always better with him...

When he fucks me, he is usually not rough, but when we had sex last week he was rougher than usual. It's almost like he's an animal in bed with me. I've come to realize that he is demanding in bed as well. I was lying there panting, and moaning, and he asks me why I am out of breathe, and told me to stop it.

I can't believe that we've seen each other for the last 2 months, and we are constantly like teenagers that just want to rip each other's clothes off. He had told me that he gave up sex for lent, but one glance down there, and he had already lost it.

Break down...

I've missed the intimacy part of falling in love. I feel like a part of me wishes that everything would just fall together, and I just could magically find that one person who completes me. But I know that it will not be happening anytime soon. What scares me most, is what if I never do find true happiness and love? My heart yearns to fall in love, and yet it's more complicated than it actually seems. What do we do as humans when we can't find that one last thing that completes us?

We break down...