I have loved a lot of women. Some of them I still love. Some of them I don’t. Some of them I was intimate with. Some of them I was just in love with, and never was. Some women I was intimate with and never loved.
Love is a strange affair. Some of the women I was in love with I still dream about. Literally in my sleep and vividly. Some of those, are the women I was in love with but was never with in any way, and my dreams are that of what may have become, or the makings of how it may have come to be.
Tonight, I had a dream of two women I was in love with but was never with at all. In my dream, they appeared differently as they do in reality, but when I woke up, I knew exactly who they were.
One would think that those I was in love with but never with in any way would be the weakest, but in reality, they are those who I dream about the most when I am alone. But I know that most of them I can never have. Some of the women I still love, I know that I will never talk to again.
It’s strange. But that is love.