This Funny Little Thing Called Love...

Nothing could have prepared me for Isaac. Not the person, per se, but the relationship. Nothing could prepare me for this disrobing that we are going through. At first, I did not understand what others, that are in relationships, meant when they told me we have a lot to go through and even though we have spent over a year and half together, we still have so much more to go.

It’s like trying to explain the color red to a blind person or sound to a deaf person. Yes, they can still perceive red or sound but not the way we would ever think to explain it.  It’s not until now, going on two years, that I am beginning to understand. Before it was on the fringes of my reality—my consciousness—but as of late, I am becoming more aware of it. What I am alluding to is my pride and, by the same notion, to his pride.

At first, my pride seemed like a thick sweater but now it has become a heavy overcoat and I am wearing my overcoat and Isaac is wearing his. Sometimes we take it off and sometimes it goes back on. Sometimes, I have mine off and he has his on and then he takes his off but then I put mine back on.

We get into these bicker sessions that seem to really stress us but then, out of the blue, one of us yields and then we both regret saying things. Isaac makes me apologize and then I make him apologize.  I know he loves me. I certainly do love him. I don’t know what to think about this revelation I am going through but I will continue to try to remove this overcoat from my shoulders when it comes to Isaac.