for all of my huckle buckle scipperphilosophy and singledom playnigga embellishments, I miss the focus and (false?) security of having someone whose responsibility it was to look out for me and ax how I'm doing at the end of the day. I miss meals together and my moms asking how "we're" doing. I miss my nephew asking when he can visit me and my dude and play X-box or basketball. I miss the random phone messages during the day. I miss the feeling i used to get when someone asked about my sig. other and we'd just made some bomb-diggety love the night before and morning of... and then some... I miss talking about how we were going to raise children and planning a future. I miss how focused my work was when I was partnered and how he'd make me chill out when life seemed to be getting the best of me. i miss the money you save when you have two professional adults in one household. i miss thinking other people were attractive, but squashing the thought when I considered what I had at home...
(but I don't miss a lot of things too). But today I miss the good things. Today it hurts a little to miss the good things. Easier to justify this space I'm in by reminding myself of the messed up stuff.
i'm in a bit of a funk... and I think that's what I miss.
damn them nukkas. damn them.
that's all.
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I was raised with funk meaning hot soul music. SO JUST TURN THE VOLUME UP!!!!
ahem... anymew... we can't revel in good without going through the bad. It's like painting. You can't have the light areas without dark, without shadows.
the good is definitely good and the bad ends. We sometimes forget that we have choices. We can dwell on the bad and misst he things that were never meant to be or we can only remember and smile about the great stuff and realise those were some pretty great momements burned forever in our short lives.
husbands are great, especially when love is so intense with the right guy. I dig my man more than life and totally love all those married-esque feelings and am lucky to have them again. I never believed in that whole " oh you complete me, you're my other half" nonsense. Soulmate? yes!
Life partner? yes! But i was never half a person. None of us are.
So reminisce of the loves, don't miss the loves, cos the love is still there and never leaves :D
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