I met my husband, ya’ll. Yes, he smells like cocoa butter. Yes, his hugs are warm and inviting.
When we first made eye contact across the room, he beckoned me with open arms, asking how I was doing. I confessed that I was a bit tired and a little sleepy seeing as though I was the first one there(the meet and greet didn’t start until 1pm however my dumbass decided to show up at 10am).
I asked him how he was doing and he told me that he was ‘feeling much better now that you’re here’ as he pulled me into a bear hug *screams internally*
Ya’ll, he was so tall that I had to crane my neck all the way back to meet his eyes. I called him gorgeous and he called me beautiful. We took a few pictures before he sent me on my way with a loving bear hug and a deep vibration in his chest as he thanked me for my support.
He may not be the king of Wakanda; but he is the king of my heart. I love you, kumkani.
I want to hear your drunk phone calls, pointless rants, bad days, good days. I want to know the funny things that happened to you today, what made you mad, if work went well, what’s been stressing you out & you can’t stop thinking about. I want to hold your hand in public, I want everyone to know we have each other. Team work when things get tough. Mutual effort and respect. Nights where we talk about everything. Nights where we talk about nothing. Breakfast at your favorite mom and pop spot. I want the little things that make a big impact on our lives. For you to chose to make me a part of your life. A solid friendship before anything.