Pray that they can get over past hurts and relationships to love again. Pray that they give the new relationship the laughter of love that's permeating the atmosphere, that only you can bring.
Lost My Hunk of Joy
You think, I didn't cry? It was one of my favorite days of the year (02-22-08). Look at those numbers: double blessings triple times, and the great of eight to start our new beginning, in the love month of February. I was ecstatic, couldn't wait to tell, my boo, the good news. Dancing to my email to write him a note about my new connections with a copy of a testimony for him to critic, while rescheduling our new visit to meet each other, the one past was postponed, And WOW! Bam, the shocker bounced into my face like a baseball from the World Series batting pro players. I'm a remnant, been bomb-shelled, still rocking in awe, unable to be gathered?
Dear Ms. Dumb, (My Dear John Letter)
Did you know people still get Dear John letters? Now why did I think I was so cute, I couldn't get the "boot" with a kick in the rear in this new relationship? Well it was my first, and folks I was way over due. To add to pain, I really like this guy. Say what you may, laugh at me, but After 55 no one is suppose to tell you, “you can't go where I'm going. I don't want to go where you are going, “disconnect”. No pink slip, no nipple to suck, man alive email fabulous, life-style, a rude dude. Some body needs to notify him that folks, way over fifty (50ty) can go where "ya wanta" go, if it's after the 3rd of the month and your chair carry you there. Not like he didn't have my phone number. Man with a brilliant mind and really fine. What's wrong with the folk now-a days? Don't these young ones know how to pamper and respect the parents? But if parents are expecting from children what only grown ups can produce, then we deserve to hurt. See it's all about the mind. Children are not just the young and beautiful with smooth skin. It is the person who still acts like the toddler. It's all about them. If I don't get my way then I'm screaming and yelling. Slamming doors, hang up the phone; send the email entitled “disconnect”.
Still Crying
So I thought I could share it with some buddies out there. Cause I need some real attention right about now. I don't have any more friends. (Tears are falling) I know better. I am not supposed to be trying to date in the first place. I told myself not to let this man steal my heart. And I know our society has conditioned us to think that love is all about sex, why would anyone with old fashion ideas think we can find real love? See, this atmosphere believes that love is in the corner drugs, magazine cover, Sears catalog, and ebay, pre pay, today. Plenty women many and even a few, all have the same between the fan. Who needs a lifetime of commitment to one? Who needs to enjoy holy matrimony between man/woman sharing likenesses and differences, enjoying sex with one partner? Who needs to try and work out the differences and be friends and take pleasure in each other's laughter through unique experiences, even become spiritual brothers and sisters through delicate times until you meet your true onetime, lifetime partnership? Who? ME!
