Say my name: Love and memes
Disclaimer: This is the realest I’ve been in a long while. Read it with your heart and not your head.
By now you know how scary the past few weeks have been for me. I’ve been far from home, experiencing what it means to be an ‘adult’. It’s not been anything close to easy. It’s been a test of my endurance and sanity.
I should have lost my mind in the midst of all the madness. I should have buried myself beneath all the fear and behind all the shadows. There’s a long list of what I should have done and been, but there’s a shorter one that revolves around one person. And that’s you.
I’ve never heard silence so loudly before like I did the moment we met. Your eyes spoke the words you refused to utter and till now, I’m lost in them. It’s how you stare with so much innocence. Your eyes carry me in them and I feel pure all over again. It’s as though my life is being rewritten when you stare and I can be all that I am.
I told y’all. This is the realest I’ve been in a long while and that’s because someone is engraving his name on my heart and it tickles.
They say three weeks is too short to fall in love and I agree. Love takes a lot longer. However, three weeks is more than enough time to make memories that could serve as a foundation to love. My first week in camp, I met what I thought would be a foundation to love or something like that.
Stan, that’s you. You’d have been the main plot in my story but you have a girlfriend and I’m not interested in burning bridges.
See, with Stan, I learned a thing about myself. The more I allow fear rule, the more I build my life around one person, and that in itself will cripple me and round me into a never-ending cycle. So, Stan, thank you for allowing me fight my fear by letting you go. It wasn’t easy walking on my own, eating breakfast alone and pretending like I was a pro at being social. But keeping you closer would mean clipping my wings, and darling, I was made to soar.
While learning how to fly, I met cute birds. One could sing like a nightingale while the other just knew how to stand perfectly. I tried to talk to them, but eagles don’t fly with hawks and a woman like me will never become little for any man. Neither should you.
We were created to be more, and with each experience, we grow. So, for anyone who’s ever asked you to reduce yourself to fit into their life, tell them, softly and firmly that, “You were created for more and will never be less.”
Now, to the one who is engraving his name in my heart, I’ll bear you till you learn to call my name.
