“If I ain’t jones-ing for him, what i’ma do with him?”
To say the word love is over-saturated would be an understatement. I can’t speak on other’s emotions but there is something about the use of the word that no longer holds its clout. Older generations and our own can admit there is a level of insincerity when it comes to connections. People are together mostly because of an image or comfort. Both are sins of either overindulgence or a lack of motivation and that’s just crazy to me. When you grow up thinking that love is equated to Religion, that it’s something that fancies and is up to par with the unwavering consistency and steadfastness that most religions preach to you, and you see it disintegrating under the guise of #WCW’s & Shout outs and faux “Relationship Goal” (when it’s just a picture of two people holding hands).. you get a society that lusts after an image and not only the baseness of a fairy tale, but a chronic emptiness when Love is the complete opposite. Love is mysterious. It’s magical. It’s a filling agent, it is never meant to take anything away. Love is constant, in that it’s always moving. Upward. Above and beyond, stretching and expansive. Love is the most human & humane thing you can do. It’s about Tuesday afternoons and Friday night fun. Love is including another person into your thoughts, your heart and your being. Love is divine in that you have a choice to be alone. To be all by yourself and bask in the beautiful grandeur that is loving yourself, but you’ve chosen another to share all that you’ve built within you. What could be better? What’s the rush y’all? Where is the time, that old-school courting, that reeling from a phone call and learning their fears, and goals and asking the tough questions. Pushing each other beyond the borders. Beyond where you thought you could go mentally, spiritually, emotionally. Boundaries becoming obsolete as time goes on. It’s more than your favorite kind of shoe, or your hobbies. You gotta dig deeper. I will never forget one of the more recent conversation’s with my father when he was explaining why he will always love and be with my mother: He said that he is impressed and inspired by her. The fact that she wakes up daily to send my little sister off to school, be an amazing wife to him, deals with each of us as her children separately , has an unbreakable bond with each of us, cooks a meal every night, works and still manages to have a smile on her face and be so full of love. He said that how she does it all with always draw him to her and that her mystery is why she is his wife. (ew, parent’s being sappy) But that premise is what I’m here for. Constantly learning and figuring out your partner is the beauty of it all, learning yourself and growing alongside another person who loves you is the greatest gift. It’s gotta be.
H, xo.
coffee talk: What is thirst? →
Alright, it’s about time we got real here in the blogger-sphere and confronted this word that has aggravated me to no ends and it’s the word : THIRST!
Let me start off by apologizing on behalf of my fellow women who have fallen into the grips of society, my brothers, sorry that we have fallen…
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.