Sometimes I write about love just the thing most humans seek for and those times I think I really have found THE LOVE and that nothing can really end this THE LOVE. I write about it not because am a sucker… ok I am a sucker but still that is not why I write . I write because it is therapeutic. It heals me every time I need to remember how to be single again especially because it always is nipped at the budd just when the cuddly feeling starts to envelope you. That moment you realise the economic status of this elusive emotion is down to negative and the person on the recieveing end no longer feels like you do, that moment when it hits you, that you are alone in this court and you are just bouncing the ball.

I write about love to preempt my expecations and get in touch with the reality that novel romance is just that novel and doesn’t have a place in our world. I write about love hoping that someday I will get rid of feeling the sickening feeling that almost makes you gag in happiness and I will live life more reckless. That I will kiss an object of my desire in the form of a man and I will allow myself to be spoilt by all those who offer. That, random sex will be easy and so will threesomes and house parties and pool parties

I write about love to love so I can find out how to free myself and start engaging in emotions far from it’s vicinity. This emotion has killed many and broken too many a homes. Love for money and good head love for a lavish lifestyle or any style will do… just love, the primal need of belonging

So I will stop writing about Love as soon as I know how to conquer it for with every love post I leave a part of me on screen and still it sticks on me and so I trudge on hoping to dump all this love onto someone who’ll help me carry this load. Am not an addicted Love-r just that Love is that emotion you want to share till it’s over but yet again there still is some for everyone.

Love is such work, more than most.