“I am romantic. I have a lyrical soul. I can love under the best and worst conditions.” I stand proud and not ashamed to admit or show that level of vulnerability. The older I get, the more I realize that emotional vulnerability is not a crutch, but strength, nor make you any less of a man. “I like being part of something that’s bigger than me, than I. It’s good for your soul to invest in something you can’t control.” I’ve found that I tend to gravitate towards and feel most like myself when I am around, and part of a community of like-minded individuals sharing many of the same struggles, sensibilities, and sentiments; who don’t allow others to strip their happiness away from them due to their lack of it.
Being the hopelessly hopeless romantic that I am I found nothing more beautiful and worthwhile than: love, relationships, and romance. There’s no better feeling than loving someone as much, if not more than you should or do yourself, and those sentiments are reciprocated. Where you think about their wants, thoughts, and needs, not because you have to, but because you want and choose too. The type of love where they’re the last person you want to talk to before bed and the first person you want to see or talk to the second you wake up. They’re you’re favorite hello and worst goodbye, that “It Takes Two” can’t-eat, can’t-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over- the-fence, and World Series kind of love.
With that said, I was not always a true believer in and of love, or one to show much affection. That is, until I fell in love for the first time. Continue reading