The good, the bad, the ugly.
It took me a lifetime to realize home could be a pillow.
We never give enough credit to those soft, little, peaceful things.
Nothing has ever witnessed the raw, ugly version of yourself while you’re crying onto that pillow, and you push your face inside to make less noise – It takes it all in. It doesn’t tell you to hold that thought, stay quiet, or don’t make a scene. It just sits there while your bat crap crazy cries are touching the skies, till the time you catch your breath again, it witnesses all the versions of your weakest moments.
And then, when your eyeballs are dry enough, it watches you calming down. Catching your breath, setting your hair, looking yourself up in the mirror and cleaning those big freakin tears, and that forceful smile. Oh my God, the dreadful smile!
It never gets tired of listening to you, does it?
My pillow has seen my loudest laughter when my friends were staying over, and my pillow has seen the ugliest form of my existence, and with all its super powers, it still provides me a good night’s sleep (only for the nights when I sleep).
Have you ever thought of thanking it? If not, please do it tonight. Oh, no, no, don’t laugh at me.
To the people who are mocking this instance, hold on, you’ll see what I mean.
What is your definition of Love? They ask:
The good, the bad, the ugly.
That’s love for me.
Love doesn’t tell you to shut up when you cry, love doesn’t mock you when you come back to life. Love doesn’t slam doors in your face. Love doesn’t call you names when they’re trying to prove a point. Love doesn’t blame you for feelings and emotions. Love doesn’t wait for you to lose it all, and come back and save you when they’re free. Love doesn’t throw your stuff out of their house. Love doesn’t make you feel unworthy of yourself. Love doesn’t step aside when it gets rough, Love doesn’t come back when it’s convenient.
Love doesn’t call you a Drama Queen when you’re losing your cool. And most importantly, Love doesn’t play you like a game.
If you call yourself a Lover, watch out, the universe is gonna put you in a place to prove it, and my sweet potato love, I saw you losing, every single time.
Hey, listen to me, before you engage another soul in your play — gear up, for the good, the bad, the ugly.
And do whatever it takes to keep your end of the bargain, next time.
Note: when you fall in love with your next victim, please get her a pillow.
Over and out!
