The Box Assignment

I wanted to bring this box..

It’s measurements are 16x14x7. Empty, solid and already decorated.

On the outside there are large, watercolor- painted flowers; mostly in pink and purple. I love flowers!

The petals are shades of blue and green. A deep teal color floods the background.

There’s a flap with a magnetic closure that snaps the box shut. The flap is covered in gold foiled polka dots. Gold is my favorite accent!

A perfect representation; powerful in size, simple, yet bold. Home-goods was spot on!

My mom gave me the box, unbeknownst to her what my intentions were.

Now, what to fill it with? The inside of this box is already lined with a paper that is light pink with a brush pattern.

Ok. Let’s dig through this pile of life. I’ve got some bubble wrap, a few post-it notes, a bible, maybe a mirror?

Yikes.. there goes that bottle of tears, I can throw in half of a heart, shards of glass, unkind words, reminisce of a sandwich, a couple of diplomas, some likes on IG, empty relationships, busted hopes, deferred dreams, memories.. yeah… those memories.

The ones with the white house, yard space, barking dog, barbeques and family ties.

That took up a lot of space. I don’t know if there is room for anything else.

But these should fit too. I have photographs of smiles, scented candles, passport stamps from adventures, birthday cards, hugs and kisses, heavy duty tape, non-scale victories, a voice with passion, Starbucks gift cards, doodles from Olivia, a desire to empower, group text messages, a shot glass, a journal of wishes, nail polish, family-dynamics, more bubble wrap, yes.. more bubble wrap and the other half of a heart.

I wanted to bring this box..

It’s a 16x14x7. Empty, solid and an already decorated box. A perfect representation; powerful in size, simple, yet bold.

It was just too heavy to carry.

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Love? 

I’m going into be honest with you… I have no idea what REAL love is , looks like or sounds like. 

At first I probably thought it was a given. You know like you’re born and your parents love you. They ohhh and ahhh at everything you do. There are hugs and kisses and gifts and smiles and happiness. And the words.. “I love you “. That’s love right ? Your whole family.. well maybe half of the family expresses love with affection and kind words, where the other half expresses love in gifts and quality time .. perhaps somewhere in the middle. Or at least I think that’s what happened. 

As time goes on, people enter and exit your life. Friends, neighbors, classmates, teachers, relatives, lovers, strangers.. and somewhere in those interactions you realize that what you thought was love, wasn’t really love. 

Your mom can’t say the words but show it. Your dad shouts it from the roof top but there is no action. Your brother kinda just floats somewhere in the middle. You, your friends and family may do and say hurtful things and still stick around or disappear into the past. Confused? Me too. 

Ok so maybe society is right.. maybe love is sex; intimacy. That one on one private time. It’s special. It’s sacred. Until you get come out of the bathroom and he’s gone. Ok.. maybe let me try again with someone else. A handful of late night phone calls, I miss you’s, I only like you as a friend, what’s good for tonight, who’s your friend?, some condoms, some trust, maybe even a few “I love you’s”… and still no love. 

Am I too tall? Ok I’ll hang out with girls my height. Am I mean? Ok I’ll smile more. Do I talk too much? Ok I’ll be quiet.  Am I not generous? Ok I’ll buy that for you. Am I too fat? Ok I’ll lose weight. Am I a prude? Ok let’s bone. Am I boring? Ok I’ll take up a few hobbies. Am I ugly? I’ll get some makeup. Am I stupid? Ok I’ll go to an Ivy League. Am I too easy? Ok I’ll be celibate. 

What is it? Why don’t you love me? What do I need to do to get you to love me? How many time must I be fooled by false love? How many more times will I question my worth? How many more time will I fear the words? How many more time will I give up my body just to feel closeness?How many more nights will I go sleepless? How many more times will I cry to God that he stop playing with my heart? How many more times will I mistake love for loneliness? How many more times will I fill this emptiness with hopelessness?

To tell you the truth, I’m not sure I love myself at this point. Maybe I do, but then again I have no idea what REAL love is , looks like or sounds like. 

-Candace 

Saturday nights.. 

Last winter I had a thing with someone. Unexpected. It was nice. It ended. 

I think it’s been about three years since I had someone that made me feel…

I date here and there, but I walk around …trying not to care… that I do care .. that I’m alone. You know.. “Being happy with being alone, getting to know myself… for now. ” It gets old.

 I live in one of the most populated cities in the world, and feel like the loneliest girl in this city. Spring nights, walking through the streets and avenues– so many people paired off and I’m just trying to get to my solo-date-night of choice. Ivy Bar. 

Don’t get me wrong, I must say.. I do love who I have become, and am becoming. There’s a certain peace ..not having the particulars of all that comes with being in a relationship but I lack a companion, a partner, a friend, a lover. 

I’m actually sitting at Ivy with a glass of Pinot Noir ( by myself ) next to a first date. Shoot me lol! My bestie, is on her way to a first date. Shoot me! 

I wonder sometimes– ok God.. What’s the deal?! How long is this going to last? What am I missing ? I’m still not ready? Why me? This isn’t fair! It’s been long enough! .. Where is he? 

I am not looking for completion. I am not looking for skin tones. I am not looking for zip codes. I am not looking for dollar signs or clean slates. This list could go on and on because, all of this time not being with someone has humbled me. 

I am looking for spirituality. I am looking for passion. I am looking for respect. I am looking for committment… This list isn’t as long because,  with time comes authenticity. 

 I’m ready for love. 

I’ll be honest though.. I’m scared. The desire burns. The loneliness feels numbing. The fire in my heart wants to explode but is held back by the tears welling up in my eyes. 

Ok that’s enough of the pity party. I’ll wait. He knows it’s worth it and so do I.

To be continued… 

( Hopefully not for too long though lol ) 

-Candace