Reason # 8

Whenever we talk about STDs the discussion about fidelity has to be on the table as well. Men and women think, act and react in different levels and ways when the subject is betrayal. Sex equals love for most women. In a man’s point of view sex is sex and love is love. You can have sex with someone and love somebody else. Paradoxically, they are the ones that can’t get over a betrayal while women usually end up forgiving their unfaithful partners. This happens because they know how the opposite sex thinks. Men don’t accept a betrayal because they know that they are not being only sexually betrayed. They know when women cheat on them it is because they are often falling out of love. Women are more forgiving because they know that doesn’t necessarily mean they are not loved anymore.

Let’s forget about the moral, sentimental or religious issues that could surface in a case of betrayal. Let’s accept that sex is sex and love is love. Let’s say that it is Ok to have sex with someone when you are in love with or in a relationship with somebody else. They usually say there is no problem as long as their partners don’t find out. If you can’t see it, it isn’t there. What’s to blame about it? The problem is that both men and women (Yes! Women do it too) are not careful about the way they have sex with others. They usually have unsafe sex. If they get some STD they will have their “beloved ones” infected as well. Sex is sex. Love is love. Love without respect is not love. If you are ready to exchange your life and your partner’s for some minutes of pleasure it’s break up time.

 

Bleeding Love

Leona Lewis

Closed off from love
I didn’t need the pain
Once or twice was enough
And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it you’re frozen

But something happened
For the very first time with you
My heart melted to the ground
Found something true
And everyone’s looking around
Thinking I’m going crazy

But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vain
That I keep on closing

You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

Trying hard not to hear
But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears
Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal
Is to keep me from falling

But nothing’s greater than the rush
That comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I’m going crazy
Maybe, maybe

But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vain
That I keep on closing

You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

And it’s draining all of me
Oh, they find it hard to believe
I’ll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see

I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vain
That I keep on closing

You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love

You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I Keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love

You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love

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