My first in all.

Coming out in the open is something not so me but the urge to spill all out is no longer containable. I feel like like running for an endless marathon, joining the longest trail run, climbing the highest peak, shouting my loudest shout and get all out ecstatic. I first fall in love in the idea of love itself. Selfishness or selflessness is but a marred misrepresentation of it all.

I was curios of what a kiss was like and went addicted into kissing when chanced. It went deeper into touching and all the sensual context there is forgetting what's bound and not bound to invest into a secured and lasting relationship. Then the scapegoat of all runaway excuses manifested with the first broken heart after passing the five year itch. Why then would I need another half to expose my vulnerable spots and get shattered all over? That was not the real question though.

Science itself could not defy nature. All it does it discover, understand, interpret, shaken and expose all that's already within the human society from the macro-existing globalization to the micro-networked minds of this millennia. Love is no rocket science but with utmost certainty humans are designed for it. Now, could you defy it? Of course YES, (but that's a) nice try.

I learned that my first love is freedom and that I am explicitly wild in the context of living and loving yet I was haunted by the memories of my firsts. My first crush and that first meet to the first greet to my first touch and that first kiss...all is but a fresh picture. You - all is but half baked.

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