Tuesday, March 20, 2012
". . . like a cookie dipped in chocolate."
Okay, Blogger, I guess you could say it's been a very long while. Facebook and Tumblr (yes, Tumblr) have seemingly taken over my social-networking world, but it was on my heart to grant you a visit. Let me tell you; I met a young man by the name of Emmanuel Hernandez in November of last year, and we nearly fell in love immediately. Ten days after having met we became an official couple, and he treated me like a queen. Honestly, I experienced hardcore romance with him and currently still ache for his embrace--despite how angry I might be at this point in time. What I eventually noticed about Emmanuel was that, aside from being two years younger than me, he was a bit more immature and laid-back in regards to the notion of a "serious relationship". I don't think he ever legitimately had one prior to us having met, but that never stopped me from wanting to be his woman. With Emmanuel I felt a synchronous soul mate-type connection, and I only wish he had been at a point in his life where he would have embraced the notion of either staying with me in Palm Bay or inviting me to come along with him and his ailing mother to Miami. I would have welcomed either of the two scenarios with open arms, and felt legitimately cherished at the same time. I loved and still love him, dearly, and really do wish him the best. Perhaps he'll someday come to regret the decision he made, or perhaps not. Either way; I can't hate him for doing what he felt was right, and thank him for the memories we shared. I resent some of his actions, and am not in any current position to legitimately be much of a great friend--but I'm working on doing this thing where I put out the vibes and love I'd like to see in return. I know I am worth the love I grant, and I know that someday I shall again be cherished by the one worthy of it all. p.s. I thank God for the given strength and support. All things are possible with a little faith!
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