” I spoke to you last night and you were fine, why do i have to check on you again this morning…” he said.
” How can you not ask how my journey to the village was, if i arrived safely….blah, blah, blah….” i lamented.
” I need you to be here with me, what should i wear, what are we going to eat…do i look good in this shirt?” he asked.
The T.shirt looks better and he said; ” Alright, that is what i am going to wear.” she was shocked and gasped at how easily that came out.
Ohhh yeah! the struggle is real. the love chronicles of men and women are so different. Now i am an all seasoned romantic. the red pettled girl, bathtub rub and candle lit dinner type… i get goose bumps when i day dream of the sunlight beeming into my bedroom. i love the waterfalls and i do see glass crystals beeming through! Flowers absolutely melt my soul.
This universe teamed me with my dark handsome mister. He is a breath of fresh air, protective gem of Adam, with a voice that would awaken both Romeo and Juliette in death, all until the shakesphere notes are pitched in…
Going all honey buny on him, he grins; ” hmmmmm….you are amazing!” I would bite my teeth so hard that i thought they were going to crack through an ice cube.
His love is lunch dates, random calls and chats, birthday gifts too. I embraced him and he embraced me too with all my bubbles. Ohh yes, i do love my bubu♥♥♥♥ He loves me like he he always has, like he does today, like he was loved, in his own way, the way he knows how to love…
So now i grab my popcorn bowl and get ready for my video call…we have grown!!!
I know there are many out there and you will get there one day.
Time and acceptance are the keys.
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