The Mush Note

WARNING: Extremely emotional and gay epistle below. Barfing from excess cheese may ensue.

Love is not a game.
We could be heroes. Forever and ever.
Love is not a feeling. Its a conscious decision to commit.
Love is a battlefield. We fight to be together. Not to be away from each other.
Love is sacrifice.
God is Love.
Love is NOT a game.

So, the D-day has come and gone.

Its extremely hilarious.
I absolutely kill myself. Death by laughter.
Okay, okay. No death. But, yeah! You get the idea.

I thought I knew what it was
LOVE.
I thought I knew what it was to love and be loved.

Boy, was I wrong. SOOOOOOO wrong.

I mean, I had said it to two people and I DID mean it (or so I thought).
That was love alright.
Stupid, crazy, senseless, bitter love.
A love where I danced to the beat by my lonely-but-not-so-lonely self.
A love where I tangoed alone- I caressed my waist and looked into my eyes with such fiery passion and drove my legs to dance to the exotic music of bitter-taken-yo-ass-for-granted love.
A love where my sugar was stolen.

But they were even more wrong than I was.
Its MINE. Not yours.
MINE i.e it belong to me, myself and I.
You cant take whats mine unless I GIVE it to you.

And I did. Give it to you. ALL of it. Every single thing. Shamelessly, fearlessly. All for 'love's' sake
SOOO hilarious! You think you can take my stuff and claim it as your own.
That doesnt make it yours. It makes it STOLEN.
Bloody Prince of Persia- here to kill steal and destroy.

But Him.
*sigh*
A bare necessity of a man.
So simple yet so magnificent.

He waits. Not DEMANDS.
He loves. Not LUSTS.
He adores, Not PACIFIES.
He prays. For me and with me. Not PUTS ON A WEBCAM AND FALLS ON HIS SORRY KNEES.
He calls me beautiful. Not SEXY.
He calls me bold. Not CRAZY.
He calls me WOman. Not BITTER.

And I trust myself enough to trust him.

Trust him that he wont hurt me, not that: "Oh weeell! He IS a man, what do I expect, boys WILL BE BOYS."

Trust that when I say I love you too, he wouldnt use that as an excuse to chat up bimbos online. Mehe

SO!

14th of February
Valentines Day
Dooms Day for some
Test of Our Relationship Day in some cases.

Me- A day of gratitude for God's manifestation of His promises.

I'm extremely grateful for love, joy, peace family and rock stars called friends.

I'm an instrument constantly being used to showcase His Glory.

I'm grateful that Valentines day isnt just a one-day thing/celebration for us. Its everyday.
It hasnt been easy.
I mean, not that its been horrible; but it hasnt been all roses and honeycombs.
But the awesome outweighs the bad.
By far.

In other words, the ratio of the thought "Ugh! I'm sooo soo mad right now, I can't even speak to this dude" to "I.. I.. I.. feeeell likkee I'm flyingg over the moon" is 20: 80.

Not bad, eh?
Not bad at all!

Yours bombastically astounded
Mizz Oh