When I met you, I craved you. Drunk in infatuation, my soul yearned for you. We connected instantly. Sparks igniting what we both wanted and needed deep down inside and eventually. I was broken. You were too. That didn’t matter because we were what we both needed. Our hearts instinctually conceded. 

Caught up in a whirlwind of emotions we’ve both never felt before, but knew existed. We were each other’s in this life and the next. I fantasized about your touch uninhibited. You were designed just for me. We shared a deeper spiritual connection that was more than the words husband and wifey. 

I learned about this type of energy from 90’s r&b music. I tried to fight it, but your words consumed my mind, body and soul like my favorite song. I’m smiling for no reason. Damn this is definitely a Love Jones. 

Weeks passed, we grew closer. Time was an intoxicating blur of late night talks exposing our hopes, dreams and fears to one another. Both equally afraid of each other in our desperate attempts to ignore the universes strongest weapon that had been unholstered. The trigger was pulled the day you spoke to me. Cupid really didn’t lie this time. Maybe I was ready.

Our connection is like my favorite playlist while we’re just kicking it. Mary taught me at a young age that real love existed. Her soulful pained voice warned me that I still needed to reminisce to prevent being emotionally conflicted. Dru Hill said it should be you. Usher and Alicia made you my boo. I needed you. You needed me. Lost in your galaxy is where I want to be. 

There are no labels or titles to describe what we have. Expectations do not exist in this type of reality. We just are. This type of love is rare. If this is even love. What can we call it? You are my light. My king. My peace. I’m yours. Elevate me. 

~Z.Reed 

Inspired by the dope art of @reeseroyce215 

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