My Love Jada,
The words would eagerly escape my mouth but for my inarticulation in this moment.
I’m scribbling as best I know how.
My second lung, I’m convinced, functions within you. If you’ll be forever my donor, I’ll remain forever your loaner . . . vital you are to my living.
The content of my character? It’s you. I carry yours as my own.
I’m no actor as much as an interpreter . . . of the emotional fortitude—and fragility—that accompany my efforts. I can’t begin to thespian what lives in me for you.
So many men lack his “go-to” woman; you know, that indestructible angel who’ll climb into the ring when she sees her man’s foe is greater than one man can possibly conquer, than one people can conceivably surmount.
Should we suffer, we’ll suffer together. Your shield, my sword.
We are one. Unbreakable.
I’m asking you to help me write a new script. I need your mind, your creativity, your fearlessness.
And I have one final ask of you, my love. One that means much more to me than a peer nomination.
Will you be my eternal Valentine?
Pamper the warrioress . . . forever. -Rg2
© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®