love of a different kind

Love to me meant the most lovable of all feelings. I thought i was in love . Yes i was . I loved him and i still do . When he handles me , he does so with care. its a feeling i cannot resist. His touch makes me love myself again. but then there are others who also handle me . But their touch only reminds me , his touch is much better. Is this love .

Who am i fooling . If i was in love no one else should handle me . But they do . So is it love or a feeling . Sometimes i feel i deserve his love and he is being rude not totally being mine . but at other times i feel , i have been with others too so my love is not purely his . between the two thoughts my mind wanders like an aimless scavenger. Love is everywhere available for me , but i still go behind the love which is not available .

People think i sound crazy and they look at me . but hey i am not wrong.I love him. But i do go with others , that doesnt make my love any cheaper. But who understands.. who really cares. cause this love is not love of any other person.Iits my love . The love , the true love of a prostitute...... the remaining end is all but clear to all....