Visions of sugarplums dance in my head. They are dancing around and they seem so real, the sweet sugary taste tantalize my taste buds and I want to consume them up. The deep frosty purple glisten as they swirl round and round threatening to burst with the sweet nectar they are filled with.

Are they real? They look real! I want them to be real. My past tells me not to taste them just yet. We want to make sure my eyes are not playing tricks on me. My tummy would be sad if it were expecting them and they were nothing but a figment of my imagination and I would bite and it would be nothing but an illusion and I would taste nothing but air.

This is what love is like. I approach it gingerly making sure my feet are on secure foundation. I don’t want the bottom to give way as I put my weight down. I walk slowly towards it, towards the wonder of my sugarplums.

So many times love has dropped me down and I went tumbling hitting everything that was below. I have to care for myself because if I don’t, who will. Love is supposed to bring us the most joy yet can bring us the most pain.

Which will it be, nobody ever knows with each situation, but we continue to slowly approach the wonderful fruit of love, because when it is sweet, oh how sweet it is!!!

You can’t stop loving or wanting to love because when its right it’s the best thing in the world. When you’re in a relationship and its good, even if nothing else in your life is right, you feel like your whole world is complete.
– Keith Sweat

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