This next scene is taken from a play that will come to be known as our lives.
That’s how we viewed our marriage, our wedding, it was the next stage in our relationship. The next stage in our lives together.
But no play lasts forever. The show can’t go on. The encore was mediocre, at best, despite me giving it everything. And so the final curtain has fallen on Team Black. And our power song, our freedom song, our war cry “Team Black: Too Black, Too Strong” will fade into oblivion. Perhaps I’ll look back and see that The Special One didn’t actually buy into it anyway and it was just mine. Another figment of my vivid imagination.
A few months ago, this would have been a bittersweet ending. Now it’s tainted.
Ah well. Let it go. Let it be. Thank you for the music. Thank you for the memories.
Love is not enough.
Thanks for reading x