I didn’t get to see Elmo’s Green Thumb last year because I had to work. So, my daughter saw it without me. =( But, this year I have purchased my tickets on a date and at a time that I can actually attend. Iyanna, Imari, and I are so EXCITED!

I won’t pretend I’m good at forgiving. But I can’t hate you, although I have tried. I still really, really love you. Love is stronger than pride..–Sade

Guilty of submission. I’m am amissed for succumbing to my true feelings. But, I am human. I am in complete opposition of how I want to feel. I wanted to forget him, to erase him from my thoughts, or to even make his entire existence and what we were, obsolete. As a result of my efforts, I am left to endure this unexpected reprisal. My first thought was to shun the responsibility of dealing with this actuality. But, what sense would it make to lie to myself but despise others who lie to me?

Act of submission. I sat in my bed, alone, last night. The silence was deafening. The darkness was blinding. I felt alone. I was so used to falling asleep to the melodic sounds of his heavy snoring. I missed that. I really, really missed that. I missed looking at him with his shirt off. I missed seeing his overnight bag in the right walk in closet and his Polo boots in the left. I HATED those boots but they looked so good on him. I missed his scent. And I swear, after staring at four blank walls because he was supposed to hang up my mirrors and pictures, I thought I smelled him. After snapping back into reality and convincing myself that I’m not crazy, I did what any woman would do–any woman who is smitten.

It took 6 words, 24 letters, and 3 puncutation marks to sum how I really felt about C.W. and relay it to him: x x x x, I really, really miss you.

It only took him three words to reward me for following my heart: I love you.

This is the reiteration.