By Rafael Solece
People ask me all the time why I moved to Atlanta. It seems to be the first question on the dating questionnaire that all men give. I give all sorts of reasons why. Usually I say I got a job offer I just could refuse. That's not completely untrue. But it also isn't the entire truth. Or not the Real reason I moved to this budding metropolis. I could say it was because of all the phyne men floating around in the city. Or I could say it's because it's the best place for a black gay professional who's trying to make his mark on the world. But all of these would be lies. I really moved to Atlanta for LOVE…
Love, I use to love, love; and everything that had anything to do with it. The thought of Love use bring a tingling sensation to the back of my throat. It made my heart beat in triplets and it would cause this little song to play in the back drop of my mind. (I use to love that song) God! How I use to love, love. I even use to love to see love in action. The way two people looked when they were enamored with one another. How they gazed longingly in to each other's eye. The way that they would whisper little thing to each other, like they were telling a secrete that the rest of the world wasn't allowed to know. I use to love to watch lover's hold each other. But I use to especially love to see the way they talked silently with their eyes, in that special language that only lover's really understood. (I remember what that was like too)
Oh how I use to love, love.
But I don't love, love anymore. Not like I use to, at least not in the way I use to. Now the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach. (Yes, sick to my stomach.) When I think about how you go through it; love, and it just ends up hurting you. That's what loving love does to you. That's the real reason I am in Atlanta because guess you could say, I ain't in love with love anymore. You can blame my Ex Dwight for that. For me, He has completely and utterly destroyed any lingering thoughts that love could or ever will exist for me, or between two men period. I guess you could say he broke my heart. Or maybe he just gave me a realistic view of love.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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