The beginning of March carried love in the most authentic ways. A surprise outing with my special someone led me to a place that left me beaming with pride. Road trips are long, the rides are which aren't tiring, and dust sweeps your face with tire, but love finds you smiling giddily at the side mirror of the car with your lover’s soul interwined with yours. His lame jokes echoed through the seats, his prideful voice a melody that gives life to the deepest caves of my being and a simple plan to visit the land he brought six months ago becomes a core memory that paves its way into pockets of my content heart.
The land was so greenishhh than other, droplets fell from my heart.
I stepped out and looked around. My feet currently stood on his pride, on the ultimate result of his hard work and dedication. His dreams were now a reality, his future had now become his present, late nights of sweat and sacrifice had yielded success, and no amount of words would perfectly capture the admiration I had in my heart.
“I’m proud of you” I whispered into his ear, and there it was, the smile that mattered to me as much as this land to him. The same smile that I believe is unfolding itself as he reads this piece of my heart I pour out. I’m proud of the man you are and I’m proud of the man you’re becoming. The kind that devotees build shrines for, the kind that poets scribble poems in their books for. The kind of man that believes, that lives, that dares to dream and make it true. And the best part? I get to be right here with you, arms locked, watching my art make his art.
A bigggggggg shout out to my man who is fixing his life.
No favors. No dad's money.
Only hardwork and dedication.
You'll go far in life, proud of you❤️
