Her name was Zarina. My first kiss, first love, first intimate experience. We thought we were so daring, kissing her nipples. For us, it was. Everyone else was having sex, but we were saving ourselves for marriage, for each other. To say she broke my heart is incorrect. She ripped me apart. Eventually, after her first marriage failed, she started to talk about how she had mad a mistake. Then, it was just to hard for her. She saw the chance to hurt me again, so she did.
I saw her last night, in a dream. She was celebrating a goal she had just scored the winning goal for the US in the World Cup. She held her arms up to make an "O." She does not play soccer. She dedicated her goal to her older sister, Zora. She is an only child, and has sated she will never have children. First, she does not think she would be a good mother. Second, it would be physically extremely difficult to have children. Third, she found out on her wedding night she hated sex, started to refuse to have sex, and that might be an impediment.
So, I looked her up on this site. There is Zarina Suicide, but not my Zarina. She had spelled it differently. No photo sets, but some candids. Some showing nudity. Zarina would never throw down like that; never any nude photos from her. I got in contact through this site, and she was very angry with me, and she would have me zotted if I contacted her again. She is not cool enough to join SG.
So, I knew it was a dream. I do not believe it interpretation of dreams. You are using your brain all day. When you go to sleep, you dream. This is your brain's time for fun.
Zarina described herself as "sweet and passive." I do not do sweet. I do psychopath. Hence, I am with Aisha.
And yet, whatever course my life may take, I will always be with Zarina.