There’s a kind of vulnerability that’s hard to put into words the kind that sneaks up on you and melts all your walls without even asking for permission. That’s the kind I found with Mr. B. A love so gentle, so intuitive, and so free of the noise I’ve come to associate with connection, especially as a woman from a culture where submission is often demanded rather than earned.
With Mr. B, it’s different. On another level, really.
My countrymen could never understand this level of softness without raising their voices about "submission" and "roles." But this isn’t about control or duty this is about choice, presence, and emotional intelligence. I always knew I was soft at heart, but I never realized how much I needed this exact softness until it showed up quiet but powerful.
This man loves me in ways that feel like healing. He knows me. Not just my smiles, but the quiet pauses in between. He reads me without needing subtitles. Whether I’m having a good day or one of those long faced, cloudy soul kind of days, Mr. B makes it his personal mission to bring the sun back out. He’ll stay on FaceTime until I’m giggling like a teenager, until my eyes are sparkling again. His timing with his jokes, his little jabs, it’s all perfect, like he’s memorized the rhythm of my spirit.
And somehow, this Oyibo man knows me deeper than I’ve known myself in years. How?
Maybe because, with him, I never have to conceal. I don’t have to sugarcoat. I don’t have to pretend. I show up in my full truth from my most radiant days to the messiest bits of me. And he doesn’t flinch. He leans in. He listens. He holds space.
I’m slowly and quietly unlearning the things I once thought were love the chaos, the confusion, the proving. With Mr. B, love is ease. And even more, I’m learning to receive. To not question the sweet things, the gestures, the consistency. Like when he surprised me with tickets to see Chris Brown, my favorite musician. That was a full circle moment of joy. He didn’t just listen to me talk; he remembered, and he acted, we both cant wait to attend in September.
This man adores me. And whatever the world wants to call it, that’s love in its rawest form.
And please, tell him this loud and clear: Nero adores him too.
Mr. B, I love you beyond words. You’ve turned my everyday into a fairytale, the kind where I feel like a princess, not because someone gave me a crown, but because you see me, love me, and honor me like one.
Thank you for making life so beautiful and colorful.
Thank you for making me feel so safe.
Forever Team Us.
Nero 🖤
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