If you really loved him, and he hurt you, the broken heart will be repaid. Somehow. The Universe reacts to the pain of Black Women. Sometimes slowly, sometimes quietly, but it does.
You may end up heartbroken and finding solace in temporary lovers who belong elsewhere. You may end up like your mother and simultaneously intrigue while repelling. You may be blessed with Love. You may have no time for it. You may fear it, and you may just shut yourself off and focus on anything and everything else. And all of this is fine if you feel so. If it feels right and necessary.
Men who don’t even belong to themselves are only for temporary use.
Some days you will take long showers and hot baths seeking things in the water you could not find on the Earth. Peace, understanding, silence. You will get it. Until the water turns cold or the mist begins to disrupt your breathing. Then it’ll be easier to just go back to the Earth.
I hope you forgive me, I didn’t know. And I don’t know if I would have done anything different had I known. But maybe. I think I would have.
I would have loved you better.
You changed my Life, for the better. Thank you.
The readers and the thinkers are those who get the most out of this Life. Do both passionately. For yourself.
Insecurity is a disease. It’s symptoms are aggravated by society.
Your skin, your features, honey, they are beautiful. It may take you years to see it. Countless books and documentaries and hours spent staring at the mirror naked, but see it. See it all, eventually.