I have been unlucky in love.
No. It is not what you think.
I have never been broken hearted because of a man (well
except that one time but not for the reasons you imagine).
I have been unfortunate in love because (apparently)
I have a knack for making people (yes, both men and women) fall in love with me
but I fear I may have never loved someone enough to let all of my hair down
(figuratively of course).
Sometimes I feel like this thing called
love is really not for me. But those times pass really quickly because I have
too much love to give and I love the idea of being in love.
I know I have met my soulmate (if there is anything
like that), but he is busy being with someone else and missing out on all this
awesomeness (yes, I do say so myself). Maybe he knows we are soulmates, but he
will most likely never know we are (or maybe we really aren’t and it is all in
my imagination).
I really do want someone to share all my
love and all my life with. I really want to share my kinda love with someone
who wants to share his kinda love.
My kinda love is where we argue about the
different waves of feminism and debate on what is being achieved by the
feminist movement and why it is all not working, but we ultimately agree that
everybody should be a feminist;
My kinda love is where we make out (and maybe make love) on Saturday afternoons while watching football (the EPL of course) and everything that comes next;
My kinda love is where we make out (and maybe make love) on Saturday afternoons while watching football (the EPL of course) and everything that comes next;
My kinda love is where we encourage and
push and pull each other beyond what we thought we could achieve as
individuals;
My kind love is where I can be naughty and
inappropriate and send him random pictures (and not so random ones if you know
what I mean) in the middle of the day when we are away from each other;
My kinda love is where he doesn’t have to prove
anything to me (such as him being a “man”) because we are not defined by the
gender roles assigned to us;
My kinda love is where we love and learn and grow and
become better because we share each other and everything else in our lives;
My kinda love is where we question each other on our
beliefs and philosophies not to prove that the other is right but to make our
convictions stronger and better;
My kinda love is where trust for each other and in
each other is not taken for granted and respect is given all the time and not
only some of the time;
My kinda love is where going home to him is what makes
my daytime (and sometimes nighttime) hustle all worth it.
I do not expect him to give me the world (though I
intend to give him as much of it as I can) or be the one to make me happy. I
only expect that we share our lives and our love together and as clichΓ© as it
may sound, through the good and the bad.
Is my kinda love too much to ask?
It's too much to ask papa π. Ermm, how much of this is fictional/made-up?
ReplyDeleteErrrmm, you know where to make such queries
DeleteIt's too much to ask papa π. Ermm, how much of this is fictional/made-up?
ReplyDeleteEnter her dm with those questions π
DeleteI can relate to a bit of your kind of love.
ReplyDeleteWhich bits? Wanna share?
DeleteI no know what I go talk sef.
ReplyDeleteMaybe say what your your kinda love is?
DeleteMy kind of love, walking around the house naked...Together. Cooking, playing xbox and sleeping in each orhers arms without having sex. Now is this too much to ask?
ReplyDeleteNever too much to ask!
DeleteLowkey, this vividly reminds me of some happenings a few years ago..smh
ReplyDeleteHaha... I see. Wonderful memories i guess. Wink
Deletelol..most of them weren't pleasant tho
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