The Limits Of Love.

Does love have a limit? Hell yeah. It all started with a look under the rain one Sunday afternoon. The rain soaked the earth and that fresh natural smell rented the air. Looking for a place to bide under a petrol station, my eyes locked with those of a tall skinny light skinned boy. What I remember next was his pleasant cologne chocking on my throat as he asked for my digits. Of cos I gave them to him. A first date led to another so did the first kiss. All was well until I got soaked in his flesh and soul. I should have known destiny had other things in store for me when he made that other chick pregnant. Or when he had that affair with one of my best friends. Maybe the limit was crossed when I did not leave early enough. Or when the lies became too much and too fluent. Maybe the limit was when the phone passwords kept changing per hour. Or when his weekned outings with his boys surpassed his longing to see me. How would I have known though? When this was my first chance at love? I wish had known the limits before. When to say yes and when to stop. But again, the adrenaline of love and lust was too much to open my eyes. Such is life.