Love is a fucked up reality

True intentions

A pure heart and a white conscience is a blessing.
I myself, thought of having those with pride.
Confess with innocence, to him, to him and him.
One said yes, sweetheart.
One said yes, babe.
One said no, my cute friend.
With the first I felt relieved, but at the same time, I felt bored, why I wonder?
The second one was an interesting reply, with a different meaning of romance I got swayed in a blink of an eye, he gave me what I didn't know, until then what I was really searching for.
The third one is a short story, but the difference is..
that I felt guilty, guilty of lying.
After all his excuses, my pride told me to say the truth, that, I want you to kiss me all over with those sweet lips of yours, and to hold me into those strong hands, and use all of your body to eat me.
But I couldn't bring myself to show the truth.
I end up showing him excuses too.
Of how I am cursed with a black heart and a stained conscience, but giving the best to others to cheer them up.
Oh dear.
After the book boy.
After the lemon boy.
After him.
There's you.
My pink boy.
I'm excited to see what kind of inspiration you give to this letters.