Letters of Love #6 —ToMi
This article is best enjoyed whilst listening to the song “Hold You Dear" by The Secret Sisters - https://youtu.be/Nta_A1eano0
Hey Tomi,
I am here thinking about what we are. I do not take the privilege of knowing you lightly. In fact, I remember once bragging to a friend about having a “Sugar Mommy” in the US. A few months later, said friend reached out to me, asking for my help in securing him one too. I tried very hard not to burst into laughter.
It’s funny how we’ve always seemed to have this “will they, won’t they” tension going (wishful thinking, I know). Half of the people who know us think we are either dating or have dated; the other half are certain I used juju on you. Plus, explaining what “WE” are to others is always so tedious. And these letters aren’t helping quell the rumors.
Or maybe it is the truth —our truth. One where we do not really care if anyone else understands what we are as long as we do. I’d like to think it feels really good to care about someone wholeheartedly as I do you, and not feel the need to have to define it in some conventional way. That’s everyone else’s problem, not ours.
For us —or me at least— what we have is simple. We are just two people, lucky enough to be able to tolerate each other’s company on our bad days; celebrate each other’s wins on our good days; and comfort each other when it’s neither. Honestly, with you, I feel at peace with being myself; as do you with me.
We are just two people, lucky enough to be able to tolerate each other’s company on our bad days; celebrate each other’s wins on our good; and comfort each other when it’s neither.
And much ado about defining shit, I’d say. I think sometimes it is okay to not be able to say what something is, and yet feel so drawn to it, so inspired by it that it gives your life meaning and purpose. (Oh, shit! Did the irreligious Mifa just define what religious faith is? Yay for Jesus!)
Anyhoo, today marks the eve of your birthday. This is the denouement of the third and final act of these letters of love. I am a bit nervous as I am unsure if I’ll find the words tomorrow. But none of that matters though —definitions, labels, rumors, etc. All that matters is you.
Tomorrow the world celebrates Tomi. Phew! Happy birthday eve, my lover. 25 is definitely going to look so good on you.
Until the next one,
Cheers!!