Have you ever loved someone so much it makes YOU cry?
At 27, I think back to all the men that I have ever cared about and I have to say, that I have come a long way baby.
My first boyfriend was Brian Brown. I thought that he was the best thing since sliced bread. He was a 10th grader on the varsity bball team. He was easy to love, I remember how easy it was to love back then. We used to talk out of my bedroom window until my dad caught us and then it was back to our phone calls to each other immediately after school. He could make me laugh and smile. I am glad that I had the chance to know him and to have him in my life. God rest his soul because I found out last year, that he passed away in 2003. We had lost touch in 1995, and I had a premonition about this almost 10 years prior. I forgot all about that until I saw his mother at her job. I was speechless. What do you say? What can you say? I took one look at her and walked out the door.
There was Yusef, I thought he was all I would ever need. What a joke. I loved him at 11 years old again at 17, and dreamed of a future together at 22. Hahaha. Let's do a recap... I met him as a kid and thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. His family left and he came back my senior year of high school. I thought, that it was meant to be... and back then he was fine. Time changes emotions and people. At 22, we reunited while I was in college and I thought that it had finally come full circle. He said, he thought I needed to lose weight. As a result I lost about 35lbs, so that was a good thing I suppose, but that was a stab at my ego. He had a chipped tooth and his ass stunk... but I was still trying to see that same cat that I was crazy about in 1995. Needless to say, I hear he is married. He was wack and I learned more about myself and I will never go down that road again.
Parker, lasted about 3 months. Not worth the keystrokes.
Roosevelt, I guess my first grown up boyfriend. I met him at 17 right before my 18th birthday. We lasted about 5 months. I became a colder chick as a result of that relationship. I began to lose trust in men, but I learned about myself that no one can walk all over you unless you lay down and let them. It was cool while it lasted, and as long as I had control, but when it ended I was cool. I exhaled.... ahhhhhh
Then there was Mike. It would take me 6 years to get you out of my system, but it is finally out. Mike was the epitome of a bad boy who wasn't supposed to be. Decent family, financially stable, IVY league bound and he blew it. He is a Marine now, and there was a time when I would have followed him to the ends of the earth. He was beautiful. He had a good heart, but a soul that was burdened. He locked me out and never really let me in. I wonder if I ever really knew him the way that I wanted to. He made me cry. He made me cry perhaps because he could never be what I needed him to be and that was perfect. He was who he was, and he never apologized for that. I wanted more for him and from him than he could ever give. Years later I tried to see if it was still there... if I felt anything for him... and vice versus. It didn't work out... When I think of him, I think of the SATC phrase that became so popular "Maybe he's not that into you." He hasn't returned an email in about a year, I think that is safe to say. Wherever, he is I just hope he is safe.
After Mike, there was Mack. Correction, during Mike there was Mack. Mack and I never went anywhere because he wasn't Mike. We became the best of friends and nothing more. I wonder what could have happened to us, if I had met Mack first. He was a beautiful soul. He was an english major, poetry writing, puffing, station wagon driving kind of guy. I smile even as I write this, because to him, I was beautiful as is. No changes... my hair was perfect even when it was cut by Keisha from my dorm and I hid out for 3 days because I hated it. I was blessed to have had my soul touched by his.
Kamaal, I butted heads with. Battled about everything, but he was special nontheless. He's married now, doing his thing in ATL and I am proud of him. I never thought he would be the one I would marry... Like I said it took me a minute to get Mike out of my system, but Kamaal was special... is special to me.
Chris, husband potential except for the religion thing. There was Mike and Kamaal, both Muslim and were me in a different place in my life, but if you don't have God... I don't know what else to say. I could love him, but given where I am in my spiritual walk... I couldn't see it lasting or even really beginning for that matter. I have known him for over 10 years, I enjoy his company and his sense of humor as well as his mind, but the agnostic part I can't dig it.
Bobby, my twin soul. Too much alike to ever be more than friends. I will always love him for what he brought to my life at a time when I wasn't even REMOTELY trying to let anyone in. He is a wonderful man, and I am proud of him doing his thing in DC. I would expect nothing less from him, and look forward to his continued success.
Everyone else has been a cha-cha. No one that I would want to build a family with. Despite that, each relationship has helped shape me into the person who I am today. I think Faith sang it best "If I had to do it all again... I wouldn't take away the rain cause I know it made me who I am" The rain and the sunshine was all worth it. Now, I can say that I have loved and been loved by some of the most unique individuals I have ever met... I will love again, someday, and because of these men... I will know how to love him when he comes