“I was nineteen. We were in your library, covered in sheets, seeking for something we both couldn’t have and seemingly, that’s where our love stemmed from. We make motions in men. I made moments in you. Moments I couldn’t have. Things which couldn’t make sense. I still hear the song in the background. The tiles of your bathroom. This wasn’t love. This was lust.” LoveRelationshipLustHard LoveSituationshipThinking BackLust Vs Love Author:Dominic Riccitello