Pride and Passion The one of the things I have passion for is Love. Love doesn’t always mean romantic, sometimes love is just a simple gesture. Love can also be complicated depending who you’re referring to. Me on the other hand, I root for love for everyone. I don’t like to use the word hate often because there’s already enough of it from centuries ago. I love you. You can be my mom, a sibling, a friend, even my enemy, I still love you. You could be failing in school and stealing lunch money, but I’ll still love you. You could be on the other side of the street and not want to talk to me, I’ll still love you. Somebody beat me up bad today, maybe I needed it. I got slapped so hard with the words coming from their mouths that stung me like a bee would on a sunny day, but I still love them. I may not give the best responses when it comes to brain storming or childhood trauma but just know that I love you. You might’ve made plans with me, told me to get dressed, and to let you know when I was ready, so you can scoop me up. So I did, I washed away the discomfort of the dreading words and got dressed with smiles and joy. As I texted you “ Im ready” you typed “ running behind schedule, be there soon”. I did things around the house waiting for you to call or text but nothing ever happened. The day went by and as I changed into my PJ’s my phone went off “ Hey I’m with friends, need to reschedule” I replied “ Okay, have fun & be safe, I love you” Regardless of how bad my day is going, I’ll forever make sure you know your loved by someone. Not everyone is healed. Not everyone has been to therapy, but I have and therefore being said, I love you
Cori Moquette
