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TOO MUCH


It’s been some time since I wrote because I was diagnosed with the chronic disease called procrastinaire but hey I have been consistently inconsistent (and that might be a good thing when you actually think about it)

Shake the sleep right off my skin

With your cocoa butter kisses

Life is but a dream

You could never be too much

Steal a smile from my face

Anytime any place

The rain will have its say 

Living in a world full of toxicity and negative vibes, I get to have an escape in her embrace. I am still wearing the smile she gave me. She has me anticipating the next moment I get to see her light up my world with her smile.  

Okay! Relationships are “tough” since I heard some teenagers say so but I think as you grow older; You start loving your partner for who they are inclusive of all their flaws and the relationship thing becomes simpler. We happen to live in a world where we love the idea of our partner, we chase after the title ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ or should I say ‘soulmate’ and lose track of what love actually means. We get to have them as trophies ready to flaunt them when an opportunity presents itself. Don’t come to me expecting to know the answer to what love is but I know what loving her means.

I realized that this love thing is different for all of us but some of us are still chasing after the scripted infatuation. The novel kinda love, where the guy miraculously knows what to say and do. I’m not saying that it is wrong for us to want to be loved and get to love but why should we be in relationships where we comprise our own feelings just to be with someone.

I believe that love should feel like an evening walk when the sun is setting, and there is a stillness in the air and the butterflies are causing chaos in your tummy as you hold each other’s hand and for a moment your world becomes dreamy and everything has color and feels as though nothing or anyone could stop you from loving each other wholly.  

I hate it how we start off as these perfect partners then as the trial of time begins we start growing apart as we want to hide our true selves and end up hurting each other hence creating a world of more broken people who no longer believe that they are still loveable despite their imperfections.

Yes, we are flawed; Yes, we all have scars from our past, but shouldn’t we also be comfortable showing this side of ourselves to the right person. I read a quote that, “A saint has a past and a sinner has a future” and my perspective of people changed.

I wish there were a set of rules to follow in order to know if people are good or terrible by looking at their faces but we get to blindly like and cherish these persons and hope they will treat us right.

I spiraled again didn’t I; I had come to say that I feel loved and I also love. I came to say that they still chose me despite my flaws and scars and so I believe it is possible for all of us. I think at this point no one can convince me otherwise, I have loved her for who she is and she can never be too much.

Cause I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel to feel your embrace

See I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel the sun on my face

If you ever need to change

If you ever need to hideaway

If you ever need your space

 

You could never be too much

 

Ps: This is another vibe from Jacob Banks – Too Much 

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