It was all about the secret meetings, the stolen kisses, the sweet nothings. The making out sessions were steamy, fierce, spontaneous. The butterflies in our stomachs would always flutter when we looked into our lovers' eyes. Our thirst to love and to be loved would never quench. When we first loved, we believed in our hearts that it was meant to be. But then, tragedy befell us. People changed. They left. They decided that maybe, just maybe, we weren't enough. Whatever happened obviously broke us, scarred us and we swore to ourselves that we would never love again. Our generation has always seen love and sex together. Our parents fell in love before or after marriage, and that's also when they first had sex. And so, our generation has always seen sex as an extension of the love two people have for each other, a consummating act to prove where our loyalties lie.

5

Your first no-strings-attached rendezvous probably happened right after a cruel break up. You go all in, holding nothing back and just wanting to get out of your misery. It works fine, the first time. But with every successive casual rendezvous, you start looking for something real, to feel a warmth again, but you end up feeling absolutely nothing.

6

The continuous explorations we make with our bodies, we never let them seep into our hearts and minds. We discover that being alone with ourself is just what we need. Attachment becomes a big deal, we've got friends for that.

But sometimes, that isn't enough, is it?