Listening to Political Gabfest Podcast he started reading this letter by Amelia Earhart. I could not help but feel this could have been written by me or for me so I had to post it as the year ends and as an informal ending to my selections on Love from Africa.
There are some things which should be writ before we are married — things we have talked over before — most of them.
You must know again my reluctance to marry, my feeling that I shatter thereby chances in work which means most to me. I feel the move just now as foolish as anything I could do. I know there may be compensations but have no heart to look ahead.
On our life together I want you to understand I shall not hold you to any midaevil code of faithfulness to me nor shall I consider myself bound to you similarly. If we can be honest I think the difficulties which arise may best be avoided should you or I become interested deeply (or in passing) in anyone else.
Please let us not interfere with the others’ work or play, nor let the world see our private joys or disagreements. In this connection I may have to keep some place where I can go to be myself, now and then, for I cannot guarantee to endure at all times the confinements of even an attractive cage.
I must exact a cruel promise and that is you will let me go in a year if we find no happiness together.
I will try to do my best in every way and give you that part of me you know and seem to want.
Who hurt me?
Why am I so bitter?
Well that time that you hit on my friend, ye that time, ye that made me bitter
Why don’t I trust you?
Well I just went through your phone
Why do I care about what other people are saying?
Well they just showed me your two other girlfriends
Why do I need to put a label on everything?
Well it’s the last little dignity I have
Why am I leaving
Because you hurt me
Why do I think you are like every other guy?
Well every other guy asked me the same question, then went on to do the same things
So again who hurt me?
#TThoughts on Love From Africa
You look back and wonder
You look back and think
Did I miss the signs?
Was this obviously coming?
You try to understand why
You go over every little thing
You search for more reasons
But then you finally realize
If it could happen to Jesus then it can happen to us all
You sit and wonder what is more insulting than your ex asking you if you are still fat or travelling over 3000 miles to be with someone who then avoids you and turns you into a stalker.
Somehow you meet a guy he’s cute and seems lovely but somewhere along the line something always goes terribly wrong. Usually there are signs, little signs that may lead you to think this is not a good guy, but being the ever hopeful romantic who are you to doubt love? Who are you to miss out on your potential soulmate. Yes you have actually used those words right? Continue reading On Love from Africa – On Love from Africa Selections