They Call Him Nas

by K.C. Mills

He extended a hand, so I stood, placing mine in his. The contact felt different. Not like the sparks some spoke of, but definitely a transfer of energy. Something I couldn’t explain and as he lowered enough to press a kiss to the back of my fingers while his eyes remained fastened to mine, I wasn’t sure how I’d remained standing.

I’d like to have a partner who will take care of my emotional wellbeing. Someone who allows me to be a woman because he understands what it means to be a man. I want to feel safe and protected. Coveted in a way that brings me peace because I know he’s my rock, my strength, and in return I can offer the same. So yes, I need a man beyond finances, but they never seem to look past what they may not have the ability to bring to the table to focus on what they can.”

Relationships are a struggle, but marriage can sometimes feel impossible. Not every day will be perfect and that’s okay because it’s not supposed to be. The combination of highs and lows build stronger bonds, but when you are experiencing the lows, talk. Communication is key. Don’t keep things bottled up and don’t beat yourself up for how you feel. You’re allowed to experience every single emotion, good or bad. You’ll be okay and you’ll get through it as long as you give yourself grace. Marriage is a marathon, not a sprint. Always remember that, and you’ll be just fine.”

She’d seen and understood something about me I barely understood myself and that only drew me closer to the woman who was already consuming me a lot faster than I was comfortable with. However I’d made peace with knowing there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to slow things between us down. Even now, as I looked down into her eyes, my hand cuffing her face, I knew that this was exactly what I wanted. She was what I wanted.

“If you had lied to me about who you were, then I could understand, but you were honest from the first day we met. It was my decision to make and I chose you. You can’t give me the option and then take it back only to decide for me.”

“Women never regret falling in love. We regret the side effects of that love. The things that we accept or compromise on to keep it.