I hate our timing. I hate how our timing never aligns. I hate how we never overlap. You’re always single when I’m taken and I’m always taken when you’re single.
The Blind Side
How can single Generation X black women who want love and companionship form normal, functioning loving relationships with a group of emotionally stunted men who are intent on living a second adolescence?
We don’t want our hearts to break, ever, and the only preparation that will protect us from it, is choosing not to love at all.
We are made up of our mistakes
We are falling but not alone
We will take the best parts of ourselves
And make them gold
It may be a little awkward, but don’t let that stop you.
True love isn’t blind love. It isn’t always good times.
I will be the shoulder for your weary head to rest, telling you stories until you fall asleep. I will be the body that helps to lift the weight from you to me. I will be the silence when you have no words to speak, but just to sit next to you in comfort, reminding you that I’m here.
Love is closing your eyes and pulling another body close. Replacing fear with faith.
She loves you the way that sunlight loves to thread itself through your window blinds in the mornings.
We perceive pain as weakness but matter of fact is, going through pain and surviving is proof of strength and sustainability.