Nine Months Later. . .
Blog post #234: Love in the Universe
Hey, loves!
It’s been a while. I’ve been through some things this year and have been nesting and resting. But today has been very motivating, and now I’m ready to answer a question that has been on my mind for a while.
Q: Is it possible for love to still exist between two people who have loved but lost touch after years of being without one another?
A: This question had come to me many times during my journey of becoming a journalist/Blogger, but I could neverbring myself to answer it until now. I was in love with my high school sweetheart. I mean madly.
Passionately.
We lost touch for fifteen years, and no matter how much I tried to forget about him, thoughts of him always remained in the back of my mind. The memories of a love that was always soft, reassuring, deliberate, and intentional were just a few of the reasons I could never forget the love we shared. For so long, I pretended to be someone I wasn’t. Be with someone I knew I could never give my whole heart to, because a big chunk of it belonged to the one man whom I couldn’t shake from my life if I tried.
So, back to the question.
Is it possible?
The answer?
Absolutely.
My first love returned to my life almost a year ago, and while people had witnessed the fallout with you-know-who and the aftermath that followed, the man I could never shake came and shook shit up. In the smoothest way, only he knew how. He stopped me from making one of the biggest mistakes of my life. There was no way I would have been happy living my life in someone else’s shadow, putting their needs before my own, while being gaslighted and lied to for the rest of our lives.
I was so out of my mind that I actually allowed it.
But, my man, my man, my gahdamn man, came and shut it down. While you all may have thought I was wrong for ending something that was never truly meant to be, you truly would have had to be there to witness the shit that went on behind closed doors.
So, yes, it is possible for you to fall back in love with someone you never truly stopped loving. Our life together has been nothing short of thrilling, exciting, and full of nothing butjoy and happiness. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for me, and vice versa. And I wouldn’t change a damn thing about it.
Until next time,
P.S. I see some of y’all like to keep stirring up mess by tagging me in my half-naked photos that you saved to your phones.
Creepy, weird-ass humans.
I know my body is tea, and you probably never saw one like it, so enjoy. But if you keep it up, I’ll slap your ass with a lawsuit that will have you eating breadcrumbs from the bottom of a garbage can. Keep playing with me if you want to, baby.
Love Always,
Jordin, the juicy booty Journalist.
I smiled as I hit publish, and I sat back, eating my waffle cone ice cream. After our wedding in the Maldives, I had become extremely sick. I had no idea what it was until Junie and Lauren came to me with pregnancy tests. While I wasn’t afraid of being pregnant, I was more nervous after losing my baby before. I had to remind myself that it was because I was stressed then, but now that I had the father in my life, who was spoiling me at every turn, I knew this time around would be perfect.
When the test came back positive, I cried for over an hour.
My dad, Zion, and his friends went to look at some car show there on the island, but once Jessie called and told him what was happening, he was at my side thirty minutes later, consoling me. He was so filled with joy that even he shed a few tears after hearing the news, so I had to console him, too.
Now, here I was in my last week of pregnancy, feeling our baby boy sitting on my darn bladder. Feeling a presence behind me, I smiled and turned to see Zion walking into my office with my sandwich, pickles, chips, and cherry Kool-Aid.
“Now, why do you want to spoil your lunch, eating that shit, Dinny?” he asked, setting the plate and cup down in front of me. He pressed a kiss to my temple and my cheek.
“I’m not spoiling it. This food is still about to get fucked up like it stole my money.”
He chuckled. “I love you. I’m about to go to the rec center with the fellas. The ringer is on, so call me if you need me.” He leaned down and kissed my big-ass stomach. “Talk to you later, son. Take care of your mama.”
“Can you help me stand up? I have to go to the bathroom quickly. This boy has been pressing on my bladder for the past thirty minutes.”