I will always find new ways to love you. New ways to care. New ways to tell you that you matter. I don’t have a problem loving. I am not prideful, lustful, nor unfaithful. I do not have a wandering eye or a sinful heart. No. I will love you until my heart can bear no more and taps out. I will love you until the stormy skies can open up and sing heavenly hymns on behalf of a new sunny day. I can love you, brotha. Till no ends. But what I struggle with are my thoughts. My eventful and eager mind. My mind who sees things coming a mile away even if there is no promise of said things happening. My mind that thinks, “what if there is better? I can always do better.” my mind that worries myself to wits end that you will never love me like I love you. The mind that cannot fathom myself being with just a singular one and that indeed love may just be cursed by monagamy. The mind that creeps up at night after a wonderful phone conversations and unlocks itself out of its own dwellings just to whisper endless what ifs. The mind that believes love was designed to be unrequited. That mind, is what I want to be silenced. Someone who can actually make be truly believe, that there is logic to love. That there is rhyme, reason and rhythm to the “no you hang up first..” dance. Someone to make be believe that yes we can hold hands in public and I don’t need to nearly break out in hives because of it. Someone to turn my mind, riddled with its beautiful, and creative thoughts, off. Someone to make me believe that romance isn’t just something written off for others and that I do belong in the world of lovers. Help me see that. You are, helping me see that. Thanks.

xo.