Every time she told me that she loved me, I asked what she really loves. But today when she held me this tight and said, “I really don’t love you. I don’t know how to love. Please teach me how to love.” I became free and told her that I don’t know how to love either.
And she held me even tighter and with a warm smile she said, “Maybe we should just continue taking these walks together, share ice cream together, and laugh together. May be that is what they call love?”
Then she looked deep into mine eyes until I saw a bonfire in her balls. She stood on tiptoe and I kissed her so violently and so long my lips went up in flames.
PHOTO: © Evans Dimms
