would you believe someone if they told you that they’ve never been in love? would you believe me?

I know.

Never. Like when you really sit and add up all the things that love costs…I don’t think anyone has ever truly romantically loved the sum total of who I am.

Cue “To Be Loved” from Coming to America…lol

I wonder if it feels like the warm summer sun when it kisses your face when it rises in the morning.

Or Carl Thomas’ Summer Rain?

Or does it feel like when the house fills up with the scent of warm, fluffy pancakes topped with soft butter, syrup, and whipped cream?

I wonder if love feels like Lalah’s introduction on ‘Angel’?

Does love feel like the tears of relief when your soul recognizes safety?

Does love feel like reassurance that someone has you…like, one person who loves all the parts?

I think I have an idea.

I think I know its sound.

I think I’ve experienced its cadence before…

Of all these things, most importantly, I know what love is not.

And for that, I’m grateful.

Does it feel like the vulnerability in the ballads sung by PJ?

Would you say that it resemble the intensity of when Marvin belts out “I’ve Got to Have you?”

Does it feel like being underneath Alex Isley’s moon?

Does love feel like a safe embrace? The kind of one where you squeeze your eyes tight and weep while being held?

I will say, I’m not sure, I think I have an idea…

But assuredly, I’m learning.