Nothing

The fact that you are here stuns me

I’ve waited for this moment for a while

I wanted you in that exact same spot where you stand

And I wanted you to know I care

But you knew

You just didn’t know the depth

That I loved you..

Or the breadth it took to expel those words

To you

Only to receive nothing in return

Even though nothing is all I expected

When it comes to you

For us

About us

Between us

Which is really

Nothing.

My perfect world

Let me close my eyes and dream for a minute...

In a perfect world, he would be mine and..

He would call me his...

He would call when he needs me, when he wants to see me and when he wants to love me...

He would voice his opinion about the happenings in my life.

Because....

He would love me.



He would hold my hand and rub my booty..

He would tell me everything is ok and show me that it is so..

He would send me flowers, write me love letters, and make sure I was aiiite...

Why?

Because...

He would love me.



He would think everything I did was perfect and that I was perfect too...

He would engage me in intellectual conversation, be intrigued by my thoughts, my mind, and my words. .

Mentally, he would love me.



He would wrap his arms around me and pull me into a tight embrace. He would kiss me like he missed me, caress my face while he kissed me, and move his hands down up and my body..

Physically, he would love me.



He would love my wounds, kiss my tears, erase my fears and nurture my dreams..

He would find my dark spaces, caress them into submission, bring light to the darkness..

And manifest my dreams into fruition..

Emotionally, he would love me.

Physically, he would stand a head taller than me, and will be strong enough to carry all my burdens..

He would take the brunt of my sorrows.

He would place my woes on his broad shoulders..

He would pray with me and for me, shelter me, and provide for me..

As the head of my home, he would take care of me. ..

Ideally, he would love me. .

Unconditionally, he would love me..

I’m not talking about that microwave type love..

More like that 350 degrees type love

That slow burning slow cooking, that low simmering to high heat type love. ..

Without provocation..

Without hesitation...

Knowing it could be an inconvenience

But..

In a blink of an eye...

Without question...

He would love me..



Simply put, without a doubt..

in a perfect world..

or in my dreams..

with my eyes wide open



He would love me. .