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The most painful kind of love is grief. The most powerful kind of love is grief because it is absent. Continuing to love beyond physical presence was extraordinarily potent. It is the duel between moving on and remaining. How can one grieve what we never wanted to lose?
So much derives from grief other than sadness, pain, and sorrow. Insight. Perspective. Change. Growth. Appreciation. More love.
Going through grief, growing through grief—losing someone—it is a cycle of love. Recycled love. Love in a different stage. Experiencing something so special and to lose it, one gets to remind themselves through grief why they loved and why it was so amazing to have gotten the honor to love.
“That’s me…” Oak finally spoke. “I promise to always smile with you when it rains. Even in a storm…I’ll have an umbrella big enough for the both of us,” he cheesed.
Oaakey 🥹
“Y’all so worried about what ya bro think of the bitch you fuckin’, y’all put on for your bros so much, y’all need to just fuck them! The way y’all stay tryna impress each other, y’all might as well suck each other dick!”
“But are y’all dating these women to marry or just because you like fuckin’ them and they bad bitches?” Chrissy probed. “I see that shit so many times. Y’all wit the exotic hoes for the thrill, aesthetic and all that, then shit go left and you lookin’ for a black woman that’s darker than a paper bag to rebuild you.”
He didn’t carry himself that way in the slightest. Daun had that energy. Not BDE, something stronger. Bigger.
What the hell had the Most High created when he concocted Benz?
