This maybe the last piece I will ever write on love; as my quest has been tumultuous and time consuming and has led to no fruition. I achieved nothing in this quest except the bitter truth that love is not enough.
The reality is that love works under certain conditions for it to be true, timing must be appropriate, family has to approve (if not you both feel shunned), history at least for the girl must be the barest minimum, your occupation should be noble and your background should be similar or close enough.
New requirements include social media status, the number of likes on the girls page should be equal to that of her mans, society approval of compatibility is key, don’t forget music lovers must stick together #Artgang
What happened to soul compatibility?
What happened to the honesty of a kiss that’s unadulterated by lust?
What happened to the clear indications of happiness? Talking to that person forever and not noticing time fly by?
What happened to hugs that warm up your heart?
What happened to similar hunger to succeed?
What happened to the quest for knowledge and renewed passion?
What happened to true friendship?
What happened to someone who makes you feel safe by saying hello. What happened to what we feel?
Are we all destined to be cowards? Where are the poets? Who wrote sonnets of unrequited love, what happened to Shakespeare’s tale? Is romance dead with the jet age or are our hearts too weak to fight for what we feel?
Am I the only one clueless on the joke? Is true love dead? The answer doesn’t matter I am all out of tricks and I am laying my heart to rest for only my unborn will ever reawaken her to the maximum capacity. no man’s words, caresses will ever inspire her resurrection.
I am Florence Warmate and my romantic heart is dead.