Golden

When you say you love me i won’t even have to double check its authenticity because if it’s as real as you say it is, i will recognise it immediately because it will somehow mirror the love i have for myself. Familiarity. Be the very shadow of the agape i have grown up mastering, for myself. A pure, quiet confident thing that needs no reassurance that seeks no worldly approval, that follows no equation, that just is.

Please don’t get me wrong though, your love for me mimicking my love for me, is not that of a selfish nature, but how i see it...surely if i have come to master the art of loving me, flaws and all, after all these years, then surely i have every right to use my love for me as a measuring stick...uhm...

i’m sorry if my being frank is making you feel uncomfortable because you realise that your love, next to my measuring stick is so derivative. You have to understand that My love is gold. No, i refuse to lose my lustre in the mean time while you attempt to be my gold, give me gold. Im impatient. Its either we are golden together or you go ahead and find your silver, your bronze, im perfectly golden alone.

When you say you love me, please understand that i can only reciprocate in gold, its all i know. My gold, you will recognise immediately because it will somehow mirror the love you have for yourself. Golden. Nothing more, and certainly nothing less. 

VUMA D