How dare I? I love my sons. One’s a memory. The other made his way into the house and hasn’t “runnoft,” yet. He runs into the room like he’ll be abandoned. If it weren’t for them, their potential stepmom, and so on. I might… “That’s Virgil, B Afraid”
Tuesday, June 17, 2025
Meditation 351 ~That’s Virgil, B Afraid~
Dear Future Wife,
You know that I love you, right? I don’t love myself, but I love you. What right do I have to love?
Braxton, point blank, period. My firstborn son, B, B III. Shall I continue? Always. Forever.
If I need define love, one word, his name, Braxton. And there you have it. As Kylie Minogue puts it, “Love at First Sight.” Hell, it was probably more for B III than me. Ha!
But Haddaway asks, “What Is Love?” Wrong or right today, here’s what I believe, beloved.
“I believe that love is the answer.” Blessid Union of Souls, seriously? Okay, honestly, love.
Love is the want, need, desire, ability, anything, and everything under the sun in Heaven and Hell to put someone ahead of yourself. I effing hate myself. But Dead or alive, I love Braxton. I love you, our children. And that’s Virgil, B Afraid.
Because I love that little MFer, too. Or at least I slipped up and said so when I figured I would die from embarrassment going to visit B’s Favorite girl and her wifey, she claimed. She claimed? Claim to love. “Life’s a game made for everyone. And love is a prize.”
Personally, I disagree with Avicii and Aloe Blacc. Love is a gift. I’ve said it before, and I’ll keep saying it. If life is a game, then love is the instruction. Have you noticed games no longer come with those booklets? Everything is online. Don’t get me started on that.
Today, all I want to know is how to wake up with peace. That’s me loving me. To have it.
Soft d*ck and clear head.
Not with you, huh… I don’t mean that negatively, mind you. I’m always hot, horny, and hard for you, my love. And you’re always on my mind. This Year’s Love or more. “Sucker For Pain”
More kids jumping on the bed. Virgil is in a household full of kitties. B III being proud of me from Heaven above. God, give me more time, I don’t have to think about myself.
I’d rather it all be about you. You are an obsession; you’re my “Obsession.” And I can deal with being the man I want to be with you. Perverted, protector, maybe even a prince, hm?
“And there, my dear Fio, you make one of Womankind’s greatest mistakes: Falling in love with a man’s potential. We so rarely share the same view of it and even more rarely care to achieve it. Stop pining for the man you think I could be — and take a good, long, hard look at the one I am.”
Darkfever
But I’m a person, a monster who still wonders why and how you might love me. That’s Virgil, B Afraid.
1598 Days Without B III, Day 1039 of Virgil’s Arrival
B.L.M. Braxton’s Life Matters,
Will