Last weekend I spent my time with someone I loved and continue to love to this day. I love her for her honesty and bluntness. I love her because she can call me on my shyt. And she did on a few occassions. She puts up that mirror, and I don't like what I see at times. I get over one hump, and here goes another one. She could just say that I'm wonderful and marvelous. She does when appropiate, but she also tells me when I'm not. She accepts me as I am and loves me for me. She is one of few people who I would trust with my secrets.
Nearly nine years ago I met this young girl. It's refreshing to see her and her growth. We marveled at each other's growth this weekend. She said this was her best weekend in New Orleans. At first I have to admit that I was a little hurt by that. When she explained that she was open to the experience, I understood. It was about her growth not about me. We've had an interesting relationship thus far. I really can say that I like her. She's a wonderful person. I wish I can be around her energy more often. That's what I need. I need that positive and progressive energy around me.
Nine years ago I thought I was ready for the world. Oh Sheila! But I was not. I was ready to experience the world. She was a part of that experience. I learned about myself. I learned about what I wanted. I learned about loving. I cannot deny that she means the world to me in more ways than one. I pray that she finds joy. There's nothing left to say except, "I love you!" Thank you for being the woman you are. Beautiful. Fine (that goes without saying). Confident. Talented (in many ways). Glorious. Bless. Wonderful. Thank you for the journey as it continues.
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