I, have been listening to so many of my friends speak of loving or being in love. Some wishing they possessed it, some wishing they could fall out of it.  But all in all Love seems to be a necessary factor to one's survival. 

One, of my good friends is in love with a man who is married but has been separated for years from his wife.  But, he will not divorce her. Is that love and who loves who.  She says, why should she let him go she knows the nature of the beast. He also works away from home weeks at a time. Now, she tells me she love it because he is not there to get on her nerves. The other dates a man who was married now divorced, but is he with her? Of course not, he is with her and his baby mama. She reasons, he cares because he pays her large bills she cannot handle.

Yet, she is home alone each and every night alone. What is wrong with this picture?

Both women have men they say they love but there is no anything. I was under the impression that love was a bit different. You see, I always saw love as being unselfish and kind. Putting the other person first in your life.  No, not being so consumed that you have no life. (Am I dreaming?)

I think we become very insecure and begin to settle for the things seen not realizing the things unseen take a little faith and maybe some work to materialize. Are we afraid to have a broken heart so we stick to what we have? Sometimes, a broken heart can be the beginning of something good. When one has experienced this you know your heart is open and can be mended to something better. Never, look at it as a bad thing. It only makes us stronger. Who of us wants to sit at home alone and think we are loved. Not me. Nor would I want to feel my man is away and I am happy he is not bothering me. We all need to think how short life is and enjoy the person we have.  He or she may not come home one day. The phone may never ring again.  Then what, we look back and say we are happy about that??

If you want to enjoy a half of a relationship go right ahead. But never will I go that route again, I want everything love has to offer. Even, if my heart has to be molded, notice I did not say broken.

Something I wrote:

Life has many roads, maps, directions

Books of knowledge on how to love, look and what to say

But as I wake with each passing day I smile and sway

Sway to the rhythm life has created mixing it with my own music of life

Never wondering if was fast or slow if the beat was what anyone liked just enjoying it

Remembering, life has many beats, many streets, many roads, and looks

Only, to figure out, I only hear the music of your voice sound of your heart beat as these many roads lead me to the beat of your heart on our street.

Keep your minds open and your heart will beat, to your tune and he or she will hear and follow.

                                     The Mistress!