Love Is Only a Myth

We broke the kiss and were both breathless. The kiss was amazing, every time I kissed him I was amazed. There was just something about it that felt, right. Although this time the kiss was mostly hungry and full of lust, it still felt right.

I smiled at him once my breathing became normal. “What‘s with the sudden eagerness?” I questioned with a smirk.

“I just haven‘t kissed you in a while” He began to kiss my neck. “And I missed you” he spoke in between kisses. I couldn’t help but smile at that. It was too cute not to smile.

I pushed him back slightly so that I was looking into his eyes. I could see in his eyes that there was something else that he wasn’t telling me. He was hiding something from me. Before I could question what it was that he was hiding, he gently placed his lips on mine.

The kiss was still hungry but there was more to it than that. It was passionate, slow and gentle. It was like the first time he had kissed me. The way that Iloved liked him to kiss me. All the feelings of the first time he kissed me flowed back to me like a stream. I couldn’t help but kiss back.

But I wanted more, I don’t know what came over me but I couldn’t help it. My hormones were controlling me. He licked my bottom lip asking for entrance but I denied him. He let out a low growl before kissing along my jaw line. He then made his way down to my neck.

I bit my lip muffling the moan that was trying to escape once he reached my soft spot. He smirked against my skin and began to pay attention to that spot. The moan escaped my lips. He quickly made his way up back to my mouth and slid his tongue inside.

His tongue roamed my mouth before our tongues began to wrestle for dominance. He slowly began to lay me down on the bed, and I let him. My hormones, were controlling my every move.

Not that you wanted to stop it anyway

That’s not the point right now

We continued to passionately kiss as he hovered over top of me. I unlinked my hands from his neck and used the m to slide his jacket off. I tossed it to the side and off the bed, with out breaking the kiss. I slowly slid my hands up his chest admiring his sculpted body.

I guess he took the hint because he then took his shirt off, but of course he was wearing a tank top underneath. At the moment, I didn’t care. I was to bust enjoying what was going on right now. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore.That and my hormones were stopping all communication to my brain.

Anthony’s hand’s slowly slid under my shirt so that his hands were on my bare waist. I loved the feel of his warm touch on my skin. Anthony once again left my mouth only to return to my neck as he slowly began to lift my shirt up.

That’s when it happened. I don’t know if it was meant to be said or if it was a slip of the tongue but either way it was something that I wished hadn’t of happened. In a matter of seconds my life went from mere bliss to hell.

“I‘m definitely in love with you”

I froze. My brain began to work again. And I wished it hadn’t. I wished that I hadn’t of heard what he had just said. I wish that he hadn’t of said what he just said. I wished that my life could go back to normal. I wish that this kind of stuff would stop happening to me.

I wish that I didn’t have another Eric situation on my hands. Only this time is harder. This time, I really like the guy. This time I’m dating the guy. This time, I might just go insane from hearing someone say this to me again.

I pushed him off so that he was only hovering over me. At first he was confused, until he realized what was going on. He lost all color in his face. Shock and worry was etched all over his face. “Oh God” he said in a worried tone. “Please tell me, that I didn‘t say that out loud”

I looked away from him and propped myself up on my elbows. “Yeah you did” I replied in a monotone.

“Damn” he spoke above a whisper. He soon got off of me and sat at the end of the bed. He ran his hands through his head, completely frustrated.

Normally I would have comforted him, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was happening again. My tornado had formed and was now spiraling. Now I was losing my best friend and my boyfriend, all over the same thing. I sighed and sat up completely on the bed.

He turned around to face me. His eyes were filled with concern. “Look Alexis can you let me explain--”
“Just get out” I replied in a monotone.

I didn’t mean to sound so mean or harsh but I couldn’t help it. I was frustrated. I was frustrated with him, I was frustrated with myself, I was just frustrated.

He blinked a few times before sighing. He picked up his shirt off the floor and put it on. He started walking towards the door. I couldn’t look at him. Seeing his pained face only made me feel worse. Everything in my life was spiraling. Seeing his face would only make my tornado speed up.

He opened the door and looked at me over his shoulder. “People can‘t help how they feel Alexis” he closed the door once the words left his mouth.

I could only do one thing. I hugged my knees to my chest and sobbed. I released everything that I was feeling. About Eric, and Anthony, but mostly about me. The fact that I keep breaking guys hearts. But that’s how what I believe.

But can it really be a myth if so many people are getting there hearts broken from it?