Day 6 - Write Your Feelings for Someone
Your Love is Ten Feet Tall
“What if the love of your life is a short man?” The 5'6 imp asked of me in a feeble attempt to change my position of no niggas under six feet and I thought to myself “He is.”
I was referring to my little cousin Jonathan who is now 18 who I have called the love of my life since he was growing in my cousin Sonya’s womb. A child I personally named and have loved wholly since before he was even he.
I thought of that question again but this time my mind went to you. Jonathan is a short man and the love of my life but there’s another short man I will love life-long too.
I’m talking about you, King of words and crochet and hearts. You who is in love with this world but don’t want his world in love with him back. I love you. You have saved me accidentally on purpose over 400 times and counting.
I did not tattoo your name across my chest but your words lie not too far above it. Your assurance became my life mantra etched into my memory and skin Forever.
You are more than a friend. Much more than a mentor. A riddle I’ll never figure out but will guess at continually. A never-ending word search, the song you can’t seem to get tired of. You are goodness personified.
Everyone who loves me should love you too. They don’t know how you’ve helped me be better. How you inspire me to try and not quit on myself. I’d sing about you if I could carry a tune or get near the right key. Instead, I just tell you I love you at odd hours on twitter, in hopes that you know how much I mean it.
Yes, the love of my life is a short man. And the only man to ever reach me fully ain’t even as tall as me but I’m not changing my position of only dating tall niggas unless you’re ready to compete with the baby turned man I helped get here or the friend turned personal hero I’m not sure I would still be here without.
