As she read the lyrics off the page her friend had printed a month earlier, it all suddenly made sense.
She had spent the night loving him without a care in the world and for the first time all caution out the window, she found out what it was like to just live for the moment.
She had finally realized he could never be hers. She had prayed for Love and God gave her the opportunity to feel Loved. Perhaps she should have prayed for courage. The courage to resist him because of all his baggage.
And there they lay, talking about why they could never be together in spite of their LOVE. He made Love to her with such “finality”. They both knew that after today things would be different. They would be friends (the lie people live with when all they want is to be a lot more than that).
She loved him enough to let him go, she knew if she kept on the relationship with him, she would end up resenting him. So she convinced herself that it was for the best. She kissed him and turned her back to him, trying hard not to let him see her cry. No she was too proud for that.
That’s when she noticed the piece of paper lying by her bedside. She opened it, and even though she knew and loved the song already she read it aloud to him.
And it seemed like the world was transpiring to free her from him.

LOVE didn’t bring her man Home; LOVE gave her the strength to set him free.

What the Heart wants

You can never apologize for who you fall in Love with because the Heart wants what the heart wants she always says. Some people say we all have a dating pattern and often it might not be so obvious as in her case. She dated black, Asian, Dutch, and even Jewish. They came in all shapes and sizes except for that phase she had when she liked chubby guys. (Thought they were soooo huggable)
Then at some point she swore never to date black men but then got over that one too. Basically she wasn’t sure what her type was anymore and often when people asked, she would simply say
“I will know it when I see it”.
And she did meet someone she really liked; he didn’t bowl her over the first time they met. Kinda grew on her actually. But yes, she really liked him and even used the word LOVE loosely around him.
But what’s LOVE got to do with it right????

It didn’t even matter that he had knocked up some gal before they met, Or that she was living in his house. No, it didn’t matter at all. Not even that he slept with her in the same bed and prolly had sex with her every night. No it didn’t matter. She believed in the “power of LOVE” like Luther said.
That’s how she became the other woman, His dirty little secret.

She lived with the hope that one day HE would be all hers, and so she settled for the quickies in the car, in the office. It didn’t matter, it didn’t matter at all. Or the hush phone calls when she clearly knew it was her on the other side. Or the excuses as to why he couldn’t come. No it didn’t matter. They were in “LOVE”. And she would wait as long as it takes.

And there she stayed waiting………….waiting………………waiting for LOVE to bring her man home.