Personal Narrative: My Feelings Of Love

At 22 years old I had already known the feelings of love and lack of love, I understood the meaning of pleasure, romance and love, I felt that love was not for me. At that time I was involved in a relationship, being the lover of a married man 16 years older than me for whom I simply felt desire, but in spite of that I wanted to have someone else who could spend more time without having to exclude him from my life.With that idea I accessed a website to meet people. So one day I met in the chat with a man with whom I began to have long conversations. Although I saw his photos, it was not attractive to me, but it was really nice. He was 10 years older than me, he lived in the neighboring country we had approximately 45 km away. One day I decided

A good time passed until it happened, even before that I stopped seeing my lover and he also left the person with whom he left. Actually, everything was strange because we were supposed to have an adventure, but we looked like two teenagers in love, walking hand in hand together, giving us kisses and hugs in public, sending us tender messages, always hanging on to each other.He included me in his life, he cared for me, he took care of me, he treated me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world, he made me feel special and made me smile all the time, every weekend he spent at home . There was a lot of trust between us, he had told me about his life, his relationships, and he always stressed to me that since he was with me he was not with anyone, the things he did were not normal in him, so he was surprised how I could get that. He assured me that he was always with several women at the same time, but that he only wanted to be with me. All that scared me because I realized that he loved me, he made me feel, I saw it in his eyes. I remember when he sighed and said "this woman makes me bad" he also told me innocently "I love you ... but only a little bit".One morning he stood at the foot of the bed looked me in the eyes fixed my hair and said softly "I love you ... more than a little" he kissed me and let me continue sleeping. He planned a vacation to take me to see the sea because I knew it was one of my dreams. We were happy, at least I was immensely, but one day I received a message from him telling me that he felt strange to me, he felt horrible for having to tell me that it was over, but that he was like that and that it was not another woman . That he did to days of the trip that I expected so much.I was always aware that one day it would end but I did not expect it so soon, so suddenly without any explanation. Also, why he told me in a message, the important