First off, I want to dedicate this blog to my best friend, Lorene, and to each of you who have overcome challenges of diversity to build a relationship with someone from a different background. Lorene and I are quite different in every way. I am black with some white, short hair and can only reach the counters if I stretch, and she is tan, can get stuff out of the taller cabinets and is mostly bald. She is a writer, but I am more of an athlete. Heather likes to talk while I prefer cuddling (and getting as close to her as possible...please don't tell her). When it is meal time, Heather goes for the social opportunity, but I would rather eat than breathe which sometimes triggers choking and vomiting. When given the choice, I still have no issue with giving up breathing even if I vomit so that I can eat as fast as possible. I LOVE TO EAT!
Yet there are some common interests we share in that we both came from large families, are Heinz 57s and love our siblings despite our differences. We both love hugs, people and, most importantly, each other. It seems like our list of commonalities is short, but love is like that, you know, it overcomes.
For years, my BF has kept a blog and the focus is…well, there is no focus, just a bunch of ramblings which is pretty much what I love about her and what makes me crazy exhausted trying to make sense of it. Honestly, I am pretty simple and while I enjoy the banter, I really just want her to hold me (PLEASE don't tell her).
We have only been together about four months, but since that day she forced me into her vehicle in my hometown of Roswell, GA, politely saying, "hello," and playing it cool as strangers passed by in that parking lot she has been my world. Between you and I, it is possible I was a little afraid for her not to be. She snatched me away from everything and everyone I had ever known, but she is pretty darn beautiful and more so as I have gotten to know her. That very day, she took me out to a ball field with a million kids, food (I LOVE FOOD) and people that wanted to meet me and touch me. I should have been shy maybe even intimidated, but it was comforting. I wasn't sure I wanted to, but I loved her.
The way she comes up the stairs with her bags in each arm and reaches down to touch my head and back makes me feel safe and loved as she guides me up with her. I can see her juggling them and tilting forward as she hikes each stair in those pokey heeled shoes and have a secret appreciation that she does all that for me. When I get to the top first and turn around to show her I have won, stretch my head to her as tall as I can and she brushes my hair behind my ears I feel comforted. In the kitchen, living room, backyard, on the stairs, at the top of the stairs, at the landing at the front door, at her bedroom door, and, well, I guess everywhere we ever go pretty much I will stop as close to her as I can and inch, inch, inching closer she will reach down and pull me against her and it is AWESOME! Then, I get closer, but I don't think she notices except sometimes I step on her feet. Sometimes, she will lean down, get eye-to-eye putting her nose to mine and I just wish I were as naked as she is so I could feel nothing between those lips on my skin as she kisses my head. I just love her. So here is my confession, I am in love with my best friend, and I don't think she has a clue!
Well, since I have not said much about myself I will at least tell you my name is Scout.
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