/lit/ - Literature

I finally have her. She gently rests on my shoulder, her pristine skin next to mine. I have given love to the girl whom I desired for so long and I feel empty. Awfully empty. This twilight I witness from my window is the most miserable spectacle I have ever laid my eyes upon. I feel utterly alone in this cruel and uncaring universe. I have fucked, I have quenched my deep thirst all in the name of gaining some grain of satisfaction from it, and yet for all that effort, I have gained nothing but a glaring clarity. That it wasn't worth it, having her, making love has not brought me a shred of happiness. I should like to have stayed a virgin, alone in my tiny room...but at least I had hope back then. Now, there is no redemption, there is nothing. I give up.