I wanted to take this time to write to you because I feel perhaps you may need a little assistance locating me. It seems to me, dear Love, that you have forgotten where I live. Wait! As a matter of fact it appears you've never know. I understand that there are over seven billion of us in the world and that you have a great deal of work to do but I would really like for you to come my way. Its just ; I've been waiting for years now and I keep hearing people talk about you so I have become rather anxious to meet you.
I know you may be a little perplexed thinking that you have revealed yourself to me in several forms. That you have manifested through family and friends. That you live with me making sure that I want for nothing. That you even shine through me so people see you when they look at me. Well, dear Love, that is not the version of you that I am talking about. I need to see the version of you that manifests through a man. I know you exist in that form because human folks talk about you a lot.
I am told that you are able to fill a man's heart so that he has genuine care and appreciation for a woman. That in your presence a man is able to lead and protect. That he can become a really great friend, companion, provider, teacher, lover and even light bulb changer? Is this true? Is it true that when you fill a man 's heart he can take a woman' car to the wash? He can hold her hand and walk with her? Can you really do this? I am afraid I've only read and heard about you in this form. I know no such !
I live in that place, dear Love, where even you fear to tread . I live in that place where its okay for a man who has been in my life to wake up one day and stop talking to me forever. You know that place, where after receiving a Valentine's gift I am given a lecture about being a gold digger? And yes I had a gift for him too just in case you were wondering. I live in that place where my thoughts are 'too much' and my independence 'too threatening'. Yes, that is where I live. Where even you are frowned upon. Where the mere mention of your name is considered a weakness. If I am to believe you exist I will need to meet you soon.
Do you think it may be okay if you took a trip my way? As you take your trip around the world pairing the girls and boys please take a moment to consider me. I'll be the one waiting ,patiently as I always have. But still...I can't wait to meet you. I really hope you will come.
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| I smile always...hoping, that soon you will come my way! |
Sincerely Yours
Mashadi
Beautiful and entrancing. I'm addicted.
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ReplyDeleteDear Mashadi,
ReplyDeleteThanks for your letter which unfairly accuse me of being elusive and neglectful. I wish I had gigabytes of space to list the times I have come to you and been dramatically turned away.
Despite those shaming rebukes and rejections, I have kept your address and still make attempts come to you, but due to your apathy, you never let me past the front gate let alone the door to your heart. I will keep trying because in you, I'm certain there is a warm place for me to nestle, and together, age gracefully.
Your lovingly,
Love
hahahahaha ! Dear Love I beg to differ with you. You allowed lust and conceit to disguise themselves as you...and knock on my door!
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ReplyDeleteI am going to appear a tad bit crazy but I cant't help but read this piece over and over, each time a little bump forms in my throat and I can't help but shed a tear. You are living proof that the type of love you mention here does have each our coordinates, just needs to stop taking detours and head straight to me too. I LOOOOOOVE this piece.
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