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averred.
Declare
Remember, baby, a man’s foolish ways are not a measurement of your love or what you deserve.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever been in love,” she admitted with a sigh. “I thought surely I was in love when I got married, but the last thirty or so days have really opened my eyes and have me wondering if that was truly love or if it was simply better than what I’d received until that point so I didn’t consider it settling until now.”
There was something about a woman who followed orders so graciously and without question, allowing you to take the lead, not because she didn’t have another choice, but because she trusted you, and it felt most natural to allow you to guide her.
“Don’t ever blame yourself for what a nigga does and doesn’t do. Because one thing I know for sure, if he can and really want to, then he will. For a woman I truly love, I’d go find a fucking baby if that’s what she wanted, if that’s what I wanted.
“Loving a partner with conditions is pointless. Either I’m all in, or I’m not in at all. It’s simple,
things don’t ruin marriages, people do.
There was nothing like family, extended or not. We were black men, continuing to thrive in a system that was built to destroy us. Each meeting was monumental. I took none of them for granted, whether for a few hours or a few days.
concomitantly,
Simultaneously
“There’s something about when Black women unite. We can move mountains. We’re no strangers to solutions. It’s the most beautiful, unfiltered experience ever, witnessing Black women laugh loudly and step fully into who we are as we dine, sip, and converse. We heal one another. As much as I like my quiet, I love our energy.
I craved a healthy kind of love, one that would withstand the test of time and bounce back from any blow that threatened its existence. I wanted a love that was immeasurable, one that was invincible.
