Love....to me....

“Love is the label that never goes out of style”

Not only did Carrie Bradshaw utter these words to close out “Sex and the City” but they double as the bittersweet truth of this timeless interaction between human beings that we call love. Whether we try to marginalize love into some corner of the mind until we think we are ready to address its impact, or lack there of, love makes its presence known and doesn’t allow for time to wrinkle its face. Basically-love-is-a-bad-bitch and refuses to be upstaged!!

I am usually the confidant friend and can be found at any hour of the day fixing other peoples relationship issues and constantly wringing out the shoulder area of my garments due to an excess of soaked up teardrops. Thus has been my role since I was a youngster and I have grown quite comfortable, on the set of life, in that role, or so I thought. Clearly love doesn’t wear a watch because, contrary to popular belief, her ETA cannot be determined by her nor you.

I am a victim of love. Period. I’ve been usurped from my throne as the world’s most self-sufficient single in a matter of seconds and for some reason I didn’t mind the decline. Everything crumbled under the hand of love but it was the sweetest disassembling I could have wished for. It’s amazing the amount of positive damage she causes without even announcing herself. Such a complex energy breaks us all down to the simplest form but never solves for “x”-Love.

My Scariest Friend

There is someone in my life who inspires me to do many things: write, sing, dance, cry etc. But she doesn't even know she has that effect on me. I thought I would take this time out to let her know because tomorrow is not guaranteed.

Although we grew up together, I have always kept my distance from her; just a part of me that I would never let her love for me, or humanity in general, penetrate for fear of being totally overcome by her passion to love unconditionally. She has one of those gentle souls that, in conversation, will make you feel light as a feather and so oblivious to the reality of things that you almost forget your age. There is an innocence in her tone that draws you in like an insect to light. For those, like me, who are cognizant of this child-like power of attraction, shy away from it in fear that your response will taint the moment.

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Did I mention homegirl is gorgeous? Like for real ya'll. Im sure she turns many heads on the streets on NY with her unique sense of fashion and mystique comparable to that of Zora Neale Hurston.

(Okay back on track) The reason why I say she is my scariest friend has much to do with her ability to disrobe me; there has never been a time of my life where I've been able to hide behind any manner of fallaciousness in her presence. She has the most piercing gaze. The type of gaze that God intended for women to inflict on men to keep us on the straight path. She makes you speak the truth even when you think you are functioning well in a fictional life. Now of course she has her flaws and issues but her transparency frees surface level human beings of the impulse to judge. I know you are probably sitting there asking yourself "Is she really all she is cracked up to be?"....How about you ask yourself "Is my personality not worthy to be written of?" and "Why not?".

But to answer your ignorant question, "YES" she is that much!! She has an air about her that makes you filter your words of all absurdities, clichés and overall BS in order to avoid waisting her time. Even her jokes are filled with intelligence and poise; they make you laugh and go into introspection, searching through your own life to find out the subject of ridicule is present. Now thats talent!!!

I would say more but I dont feel like I have to. I affectionately call her Q.....But you can just call her my scariest friend!!!