They say you are my rib, my missing rib, It gets me confused. Do I really have a missing rib, or is this just literary language being manipulated to emphasize your importance?
I heard you’ll always be there for me. Always is a huge word, Is this a myth? Or there are indeed possibilities of you creating a presence with me consistently?
It was read that You and I would become one once we are entwined. Does this happen? Do we share the body parts equally? Mash them up like potatoes and and dish out into plates? For each person?
This girl talks, more often than not. She likes to be heard, to be encouraged , to be appreciated and made to feel relevant. Are those tall dreams, are they unattainable feats , Do you listen? Would you listen?
I laugh, a lot. My happiness sprouts from any and everything. Making others happy, that is important to me. I want to make you happy, Rib, Would you let me?
I believe in God. a creation so supreme that has the world under His hold. I pray to Him every time, about the littlest things. I whisper, and He listens. Whisper with me, Let’s talk to Him in hushed voices together. Let’s join Forces to worship. Pray with me!
Respect is most beautiful when It is reciprocated. I want to respect you, respect the Institution that binds us. I’d place you above, place you high up, look up to you, defend your honour. Would you do same for me?
The realities I have seen, around me and far away are laden with sorrowful experiences. Friends have nothing joyful to say, Many are full of regret. It is saddening. Let’s avoid these? Let’s manage differences amicably? Prevent regrets?
The stories I have read, that I grew up absorbing, The Cinderella stories, They gave me an idea. Of a possible fantasy filled world. I crave that, badly. I want that , so much. Can we seek it, together?
I am adventurous. I have aspirations, I want to shine, the ability to think farther than the immediate present rushes the adrenaline in my system. Are you like me? Do you have more energy or would you rather let us suppress them? I want to listen. I’m listening.
There will be struggles, personal and joint battles. I would have suggested we discard the use of the word ‘personal’ but I want to be able to give you some ‘space’ while you give me some. By some, I really mean minutes, few few minutes.
Allow me to show you care, bare my soul, cry out to you, share the biggest bond with you, make me your muse, your queen, your baby, your woman and your everything.
How about Coital? there is an almost non existent experience around here. I’d like to learn, with you. I’d like to explore, know, understand, yearn and appreciate you in those aspects. You alone. Teach me?
You are handsome, rib. You look like chocolate dipped in honey. I cant wait to feel your skin next to mine, intertwined in pleasure, with no barriers of sin!
Faithfulness is key on our path to success. Riding on this road, there will be thorns. Roses are thorned anyways. My loyalty to relationships is that with a strong hold. I will be faithful to you, I will have eyes for no one else. Just you, my king.
There will be offers, advances, on both sides. Wolves don’t get easily discouraged but they can be sent away with adequate determination. Let’s create no allowance for devouring wolves. Help me to help you, please.
I have fears. Lots of them. Vulnerability is so huge and the whole cover of being strong is a monumental facade. There are walls built but with not so strong blocks, break them down, destroy them. Leave no barricade, none of it.
Show me your world. Allow me to understand you. I know this is about us, both of us. I know nobody has perfection embedded in them but I know you are perfect for me. Your smile is beautiful, give me the chance to smile with you.
I never want to be selfish. I want to pace your needs at the level I place mine. This might seem hard, but It is a possible feat. I can’t do this alone, but with you, everything seems achievable
I am a hopeful Romantic. Not hopeless because I am trying very hard to not sound cliche. The kids will see, feel and understand love, because this shall be the language of our home.
Many things are unclear to me. Like Sleeping arrangements? I hear some ‘Ribs’ sleep in separate rooms. I grew up seeing folks share the same room and bed. I am confused. Would you go for the former? or allow me to enjoy more, the luxury of what I am used to?
The kids will come, I want two of them, Armani and Sultan. Okay , One more for you. Three? You want four? Come on, maybe double twins, who knows? They will be trained, steadfast in the deen, better than us, in appreciating the creator and His creations.
Have I met you yet? Everyone says there are chances you are here already and I’m being evasive. Is that the case? Or are you still on your way to me? Preparing for forever with me? Get across soon maybe?
There is so much passion waiting to be unleashed, so much love waiting to escape, so much bottled up emotions patiently clamoring for a show. Waiting to be seen, to be heard.
I’d like to know your plans too, do they tally? Compromises will happen, I’m ready for those.There is so much more to share, but I’d like to look into your eyes and say them because they are for us, for us alone. Just us two.
I pray for you everyday, Rib. When are you coming by?
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