Never really held my interest. I can’t deny they weren’t fashionable and genius at swooning the ladies, but there lie the problem. They had elastic ego’s and I was looking for something less superficial.
I believe I wanted to tame the exceptional of the roughest personalities. Those types were always who I gravitated towards; the fraud who cloaked a bad boy exterior around a nerdy or softy disposition would succumb to my “sorry, I’m moving on” routine.
It was not brave
It was actually foolhardy! It’s hard to express that I wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the box in the ritual of choosing a mate. It began to take a toll on me by way of the release of my proud independence. Not what I would expect, but a moment of enlightenment nonetheless.
It was not surreal
In comparing an apple to an orange, I would prefer to say it was self gratitude that removed the fluff of a ghoulish plan. But, it was actually the grace of God that put a man in my path, gave that man the strength to suffer through my destructiveness and removed the blinders from my eyes.
It was love
At a time when I had no idea what loves was, what it felt like or if I would ever have it in my life, God gave me a man; one who would endure the hard work to get us to a place that experiences the deepest, most profound, love I could ever imagine. Our years together have me praying for many more. I know that God will provide all that is necessary and needed, to us, for it’s Survival.
I also pray that everyone experience that love.