So there are 3 beautiful women in my life. All of whom have been here since day one. Beyond it, even. The first one I met as an infant. She was so peaceful, and all I could radiate was loud music. The best of it, might I add. Still, this isn't about my ability to project music/sound. This woman had a heart like no other. She was my quilt, long before I felt a blanket. Everything about her made everyone around her love and love better.
Keep such in mind.
The second one was always rough around the edges. From an early age, I learned not to get on her bad side. Though that side was what turned me on about her. From an early age, might I add. I never took her snapping (in any context) as anything less than lessons. Don't betray her. Don't insult her. Don't try to outshine her. Yet she begged and begs to be represented by the best of them.
The third one was always a fantasy. Like, a direct fantasy. I met her so late in my life that I lost the gumption to tell her HOW MUCH of a fantasy she is. She doesn't accept mediocrity, but but can be charmed by the minimal. Yet there is a dark(er) side to my fantasy lady: she's in a gang. Which one, doesn't matter. With all due respect and honor to the reputable street gangs. She's in that life. And she can be taken out faster than an "I love you".
Now. Family trauma led to a grueling separation between my first and I. Such trauma made #2 more of a villain than she could've imagined. And I'm shaking the cobwebs off to face an everyday with tres. But I'm sticking it out. I'm right here, until you say to move. And I won't stop you as you walk on by.
I just want a guaranteed plate whenever I pop up at your dwelling.
See? Still not a player!
