#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
Somewhere between, vulnerability and therapy, We found love. The kind we had not read in books, seen in movies. But the kind that was ours.
While we saw, Our parents fighting Defending their families. We learned, To sit together And vent out about Our families to each other. And somewhere in between, Vulnerability and therapy We found love. The kind we had not Read in books Or seen in movies Or in our families. Parents because at the end They make up with each other. Or our grandparents because they spent 50 Years or so together Ain’t our example.
In our man’s embrace, We don’t feel protected. We feel loved, Respected, Comforted, While we protect Ourselves. While sometimes, The man needs to be rescued, And he lets us too. While still being a man. Because he’s a man, Of a modern romance.
We sit and talk about Our problems at length. And don’t shove the meaning Of love in the pockets Of unsaid words understood. We spend time apart, Gladly. Willingly. Come back to each other, Happier, feeling wholesome. We don’t glorify, Codependency of all sorts. And thus we spend, Our Individual lives Together as one.
And sometimes, When all seems fine. And making it work anyhow, Is something to which people bow. We sit again. Talk it out. Part our ways, Because it’s just Not working out. So what we do, Is without much ado, We hold our blanket Of memories We wove together. And make it into two. And then we pack our bags And we’re ready to go. To find love again, While we still keep Our old blankets, Safely and lovingly, Stored in a corner Of our hearts. And it’s perfectly okay too.
Yes, This is modern love. And it’s not half as bad, As the world seems to make it. Rare to find but a healthier version of love. We are new, still developing. But oh we are so much better In terms of really loving.
Picture credits: Still from Dice Media’s series Little Things on Netflix
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