I was looking for love, then...
See, I always searched for love in all the wrong places. Going to bars, social sites, even the workplace.
I gave myself to anyone with a mere motive to flirt. I wanted to know if I was beautiful, sexy and fuckable assuming I found Mr. Right. I was nothing or meant nothing to anyone. All I wanted was to be loved by the right man.
Then I took a chance to love myself and opportunities opened for the right man to enter my world. With a visual desire pull of bonding, I finally was loved not to mention wanted with endless passion.