Forbidden Love. I fell head first into the unknown abyss that is my heart. You can't help who you fall in love with right? Damn, my loud azz inside voice. I fell for someone I really knew nothing about. A man I dated one time in time; and since that time, he’s done time. He's tall, dark, handsome and all that other BS. But mostly, HE’S REAL. Real about his feelings, has no game, no shame, wants to love, and is open to giving it. His last words to me were “happiness can be found at this address. I have no problem with commitment, or even with the distance. I know what I want.” DAYUM! INSTANT NIAGARA! A sistah was dripping!!! He's a gentle giant with a big, beautiful personality. Being with him is like laying on chocolate sands. He's articulate and sensual, but has REAL ISSUES that any “sane” woman would Nascar away from. But not me. I want it all!!! Isn't that crazy? What's worse is that I'm afraid to love him. I'm not scared of Lions, Tigers and Bears, but I'm afraid of loving him. Damn those Jazmine Sullivan songs. I'm in looooooooooove with this man! The hard part is I have a man. A man who loves all of me and my dirty drawers. A man I thought got me, understood me, needed and related to me, could laugh with me, everything. I’ve wanted this man since we met, and in only a few months he can be mine! Did you hear me? MINE! We were about to cross that threshold of happiness, but Facebook had to go and put a monkey wrench in my ish and now I'm all freaking confused. And now when I look at my man, I see his face. When I talk to my man, I hear his voice. When I make love to my man, everything in me says his name. I feel compelled to drop everything and run to him. “I wanna run to him...ohhh.” The question is “Should I go forward with certainty, or follow my heart??”