My first love was [[and still is]] the most simple, and perhaps the one who will always have my heart. His name is Freeport. And though I’ve had many loves since him, he’s the one who was easiest to fall for… didn’t even feel like falling at all. I was no more than a babe when I met Freeport and we’ve parted ways quite a few times since I’ve met him, but his familiarity always seems to pull me back in. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder and [[oohhh baby! ]], whoever “they” are….. they aint neva lied!
After Freeport came Pittsburgh. We had a sort of love/hate thing going on. I loved to hate him! He was sweet to me at first… always reminding me of how intelligent and beautiful I am, encouraging me to grow. Unfortunately for him, I grew right up and out of love with him. It was one thing for him to push me to be better. I appreciated that. It was a completely different thing for him to try to make me into the person he wanted me to be. Your twenties are all about finding who you are on your terms. Pittsburgh wasn’t having that. And I wasn’t about to sacrifice me for someone who wasn’t worthy. He had to go, as did the twenty pounds I gained while I was with him.
London embraced my newest wobbly bits [[Yes honey! I was wobbling!]], and supported me as I worked hard to pop, lock and drop the remnants of a relationship gone wrong. He was a little older than Pittsburgh and a lot more sophisticated. I can’t say that I took to him right away. He had a strange accent and looked at things completely differently than I did. I can say that upon meeting him, I was immediately intrigued. I was curious about his thoughts and opinions, even when I felt that they were completely wrong. He was new and exciting, a breath of fresh air. We clicked.
This is the part when I’m supposed to say that things went sour and London turned out to be a terrible guy. That was not the case at all. London was there for me when I needed him, built me back up and let me go when it was time. We had a mutual respect for each other that extended beyond the boundaries of a romantic relationship. London reached deep down into my soul [[mm hmmm…]]and allowed me to re-connect with me.
Almost immediately after London and I called it quits, it seemed as though Harlem was screaming for my attention. He wooed me with his suave sophistication, then schooled me to the game with his street smarts. [[He was wayyy more hood than me!]] I was captivated by his larger than life demeanor and found familiarity in his New York swag. With his confidence and my new lease on life, I was sure we would be a perfect fit.
But Harlem was a grimy-little-two-faced-mofo!!! [[Excuse me yall! But this man pissed me off!]] I gave him my love, my energy, my money and (most importantly) my time. All he gave me was stress, anger and disappointment. His love of all things street, which I was blindly in love with at first, became my hugest burden. They say opposites attract, but in this case opposites collided and caused a five car pile- up! I’m just going to end this by saying… LESSON LEARNED.
Now, I’m single.
