I was in love before. Or at least I thought I was in love before. I had someone who gave me attention, who would say they loved me, and would spend time with me. Here’s the thing though, I always craved more. I never felt like he couldn’t keep his hands off me, or that he really gave a s*** about what I was feeling. He was a selfish lover. I told him what I wanted. His answer was always some other day, and then that day never came around. You see, I’m an artist, and I have this picture in my head about what love should look like. Love should be so heavy that you can barely take the weight of it on your shoulders. It should make your heart yearn for another touch, and when that touch comes, it yearns for another. Love should make you feel like you are on top of the world, and that world could come crashing down at any moment because ultimately you have no control over it.