When I was little, no one ever warned me about Love.
They warned me about the drugs that could make me an addict, a mindless, fix-seeking
They warned me about the booze that could flood my mind and make my movements slow, my words garbled.
They warned me about sex, which could make me put on the pounds and the maternity clothes or cause me to waste away in a bed while my body surrendered to AIDs.
But no one warned me about Love and the things it could make me do.
Love is a coin with two sides: Heads or Tails. If you flip Heads, you win, congrats! If you flip Tails, you lose, better luck next time.
If there is a next time.
I flipped Tails.
If I close my eyes, I can remember your body and how you moved with me. I can remember your voice and how your laughter harmonized with mine.
For the life of me, I cannot remember your face.
I remember how small and weak I was in your arms. I remember how smooth your skin was, olive toned. I remember the w