Amor Sin Límites

amor

“You’re rulin’ the way that I move and I breathe your air. You, only, can rescue me. This is my prayer. If you were mine…if you were mine, I wouldn’t want to go to heaven…”

THAT verse is EVERYTHING to me. Hace casi 14 años que conocí al amor de mi vida y tengo que admitir que nuestro camino no ha sido fácil. We have not always been kind or decent to one another. Hell, we’ve not always been HONEST with one another but a timeless, profound connection has existed between us for an eternity it seems. Tempers have flared, word-shaped daggers, violently,  pierced and mutilated our egos eons ago.  We’ve nursed and healed wounds that we’ve given to each other in this battlefield called love.

Painting by LC Neill
Painting by LC Neill

Siempre, he sido una chica muy atrevida. It’s a blessing and a curse.  I guess. I saw this man and although I can’t say that it was love at first sight. ALGO existed between us. Our amor has withstood other relationships, familial distractions and breakdowns in communications. We are 2 EXTREMELY different people. Nothing about us or our backgrounds would indicate that we’d have such a beautiful bond. I’ve always wondered how couples that have been married for 20, 30, 40, and 50 years manage to still love one another. Those years had to have come with tormentas tremendas. Then, it occurred to me that after every storm comes the sun again. Children don’t, necessarily, make marriages withstand trials and tribulations. I had a revelation as I lay close to him inhaling his cologne, holding his hand and lolling in his warmth. At that very moment, me di cuenta que I was lying next to my best friend. A man, who loved me through the heartbreak that someone else caused… he loved me so much that he pushed his own romantic feelings for me aside so that he could become a friend to me. Our daughter’s birth, in 2001, didn’t do that.

A tenderness and concern for my well-being cemented my amor, adoration, and respect for him. You see- we were NEVER THAT couple that could have a couple of drinks and shoot the shit with one another. We, practically, lived separate lives under the same roof except when it came to raising our daughter. We HAD friends but we WEREN’T friends. Something so simple yet SO IMPORTANT had NEVER happened between us. This is what I have waited for my ENTIRE life.I wanted to be married to my best friend. Two people who are almost always on 10..found their zen juntos. We’ve all seen those couples from whom the chemistry oozes. I’ve wanted to BE that couple. Es algo orgánico, bello y natural. When I see photos of us or when we’re together in public, I see others admiring US with the exact same look that I had so many years ago. I feel and see his love in every mirada y en cada toque.  It’s the breath that sustains me. I want to thank mi platanito for giving me such a beautiful family, I am grateful. WE ARE BLESSED BEYOND words to have been gifted this jewel of wisdom while we are still fairly young. This love affair has not been easy. It was once destined to be a beautiful tragedy about two lovers that couldn’t get out of their own way. However, our tragedy has evolved into an amorous epic for the Gods! A day shan’t pass where I don’t acknowledge such a beautiful regalo. We have the rest of our lives to live, laugh, love and be happy together and that’s exactly what I’m going to do! I   love you, AP,

con todo que yo soy. Gracias venerable ancestors and Maferefún Yemayá!

*Besos*

K.

K. Araújo, a native Detroiter, is a cross between Claire Huxtable, Rosie Pérez and Millie Jackson. Widow, professional dragger of filth and Mami to the dopest Ethiopian EVER, she is the Editor in Chief of “Negra With Tumbao” and a Staff Writer for “The Urban Twist”. Keka has been known to shake what her mama gave her, is the hell and high water, an expert salsera and cussologist with a penchant for the finer things in life and is and forever shall be- unapologetically black.