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I asked. “I can't pretend to love Collins anymore, I am not gay. He wants me to touch him, he wants me to cuddle and shit. I am not going to do that not when I am in love with someone else. I can't even believe I am mated to a gay!” He groaned once again and I sighed.

I don't know how much I have left but I just want to spend my all the time, thinking about him and loving him. I don't want him to think about me, once I am gone. I don't want him to live his life without any partner because of me. Seven years ago, I left him because I wanted him to move on in his life, forgetting me. I lied to him so he would never find me. It was tough for me but I did all, just for his sake. Loving him was never a option, It was need, Need of my soul, Need for being alive.

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it.

"What're you talking about?" I reach over, taking her hand in mine. When I was little and he would have his work friends over to drink in the garage after a big presentation they had or whatever, I would hear them talking about the 'fags at the office'. He hates my sexuality, Mom, and I don't know how you don't see it, but it's true and I'm sick of feeling so wrong for being happy with my boyfriend just because of how my father feels."

I will always love you* *You don’t get it* *What don’t I get?* *I love you* *I know brother I love you too* *No, I’m in love with you idiot* He is in love with me. Is that what he said? *You’re what?* *Gunner… I think I’m gay* *Oh*

First of all, I made it clear that there really isn't, because I'm gay. A gay man will never really love a woman. I mean, it's possible if he wants to and hits on her, but I don't believe in that. If you're truly gay, you won't be confused or look away from a woman, unless you're bisexual. And I'm not; I'm one hundred percent sure that I'm gay. I don't even know why I agreed to let her seduce me. The chaos and very fast events. All I know is that once, my locker was full of all kinds of chocolates and roses. No failure for a week.

Hey friends! Thank you so much for reading Love in the Time of Quarantine. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you. 1. If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone. 2. Other books on GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)

"Do you think I like staying away from you? Do you think it’s easy for me to watch you smile at someone else? To see another man touch you, make you laugh, stand beside you where I used to be?" He thumped his chest with his fist, the sound sharp in the quiet hallway. "It fucking hurts, Rhea." His breathing was ragged now. He looked at her, eyes filled not with desire, but with heartbreak. "I know I can’t love you like that. You know I can’t. I’m gay, Rhea. And you’ve always known that."

"Sure, my love. I will only go as far as you want me to go." My heart skipped a beat at his words. My love...He really loved me. Wow. Today had been filled with surprises. Did I love him too, though? I had no idea. I couldn't forget what just happened now in the elevator I keep remembering the kiss and how my body reacted. Am beginning to love marco and I can't deny my feelings despite all the wrongs he has done to me. Our eyes meet and he smiled at me and I remember this was once the man I despised and the man I once loathed to the point of death. What changed

This was my first time, and it was with him, this man I feared, this man who saw me as a means to an end, not a person to be loved. A gasp, sharper this time, tore from my throat, my eyes flew open, finding his. "No!" I placed my hands flat against his chest, halting his movement. "Stop. Please, stop." His eyes narrowed slightly, the amusement draining from them, replaced by something colder "Stop?" His voice was low, dangerous. "I... I can't," I whispered, my voice shaking. "Not like this. Not... not with you. I don't love you. And I won't... I won't give this to a man who only sees me as a tool."