Addiction

Addiction

Here is a particular tale, of a man in love. A genre writhing with experience yes. This love story is however a compilation. A tale of a man. No scratch that, a boy. A boy in love with not one, but man that becomes a man who is unable to his true love. His charm, is a charm that’s irresistible, a whit that is unmatched. He keeps companionship often, but finds true love never. It is because when someone loves almost anyone, how is he to find the one that is meant to be.

Ever since a young age, an attraction to the opposite sex was present. From love notes to puppy love he had the pick of the litter. As he grew so did his willingness to indulge his romantic tendencies. However, as he began to flourish, his heart began to wonder. Faithful in body, he was absent in mind. A single girl was unable to obtain his attention, not as if he was unwilling to bestow it upon them. In his time of passion he was in full blown love. In time of solitude he was in constant discontent. In search of his next, but not likely his last companion.

Through his youth, he was unsatisfied. Whether they be play dates in his childhood or a casual get-together in his adulthood, he was unsatisfied. With each love and there in loss of said love, came an even greater disappointment. It not being “the love” of his life, rather “a love” of his life took a toll on his heart. By the half point in his life he had fallen in and out of love to often to recall, but he knew his love would always remain. In hopes of saving his heart from additional torment he attempted to maintain a simple life, showing no sign of feelings. He however could not fight who he was.

After years of trying his chance at love he finally tried his chance at life, but a life without love, left him empty. He wanted a wife, he wanted kids, and he wanted a family. But life had passed him by and those he did love knew how special they were. He had not gained the family he wanted, but he did warrant the love he desired. In his passing came a remembrance from those he once loved, those he truly, always did love. He could not stop the passing of his life just as he could not stop the love he had created. He lived, in spite of his best attempts, in a constant state of love, just as he will be remembered.