Baby, Do you remember?

Baby, Do you remember?

We met. I asked a lot of questions, and you asked why. I said, “why do you want to know, why?” You said, ” Because I want to understand why your asking all of these questions”. I explained, ” That’s the exact reason why I am asking all of these questions because I want to understand you. I want to see how we can become an us.” The bigger question is why aren’t you asking a lot of questions?” You responded, ” I believe things should just flow naturally, we don’t have to interview one another.” I replied “I am not just going with the flow, I am interviewing for the most important job in my life (my wife) and you want me to go with the flow. It is natural to ask questions. It’s unnatural to be on a date with someone and not want to truly know who you are sitting with. No, I wouldn’t know you in a day but less questions come later on in the relationship because we hopefully perfected a dance. You just stared at me, then you said “We just met, why are you so interested in knowing me?” I said, “I am interested because I find you attractive, your aura is positive, and I want to see if we have a future; hence all the questions”! You try to hold back your smile, started to relax, and answered all my questions. Now, we are married! Do you remember our first date baby?

~AzizBrown~

Kept In The Shadows….

Kept In The Shadows….

“I Love you!” Yes, the words that came out of my mouth. They also came out of yours but you kept me in the shadows. You were on full display. I was proud to call you a woman I Love. I never realized how private we were until the day I expressed your lack of praise in me. You defended it like you believed it was okay. Matter of fact, you defended it like I was wrong for expecting some public acknowledgement. We spoke, you took a stance, and I took mine. The disconnect was formed. You threw me a bone the next day by wanting to talk. What was there truly to speak about? You were clear that I was to be a closed door person in your life. I understand your position and you understood mine. You ran operations and I made sure the operation ran. Yet, I told you “I am no secret”! You said “You wouldn’t be”. Now, we are here, strangers passing in the wind. Watching one another’s lives from the window. I Love You! Those were the words I said and I showed in my passion to get us on the same page. The fatigue of getting met with resistence has crippled me to walk several times. You would come back stating you were wrong but I knew you was keeping count of how many times you we saying “Sorry” and not how many times you did things to me to be sorry about. It’s cool. It was my choice not to be in this relationship. I surrendered to the fact that I Loved you deeply and now I surrender to the fact that I will never be able to express that Love again….
~AzizBrown~

I Am Not Mature Enough….

I Am Not Mature Enough….

I am not mature enough to have sex with someone I don’t see a long-term partnership with. I am not adult enough to use one person to get over another. SHIT, i can’t even fool around with someone unless I have a life long connection in mind. I mean, I only want Love in my life. I don’t want several women blowing up my phone, under the assumption they are all special. I don’t want to pretend that I am this stereotype of a man, when I actually want forever in my life. Forever Loves; Family, friends, and wife. Yes, I am too hopeful to buy into the world being cold and given up on the warmth of a long lasting passion. Not sexually, but passion to live dedicated to making those I Love happy. I was told to lighten up and have fun, but my fun is giving my life to those that deserve my breaths. I found home! So, I am not mature enough to sweat sheets out, just to wash them. I prefer to lie in our combined sweat, cuddled up in our belief that we will last FOREVER.

~AzizBrown~