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Love Strokes

First Love, Love of Life, Soulmate, and Life Partner

By Tastee ThoughtsPublished 6 years ago 8 min read
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I say that, in one’s life you are blessed if you are lucky enough to find your first love, the love of your life, then, perhaps, your soulmate, and then your life partner. One’s first love of their life is just that—the first time a feeling of love is felt towards someone else. To have compassion, attraction, and attachment to someone or something else. The love of your life comes after what feels like a mistake. You learn your lesson and you move on. The love of your life is someone who you absolutely fall in love with. You are in love with them and their life. You find someone that you are willing to do any and everything for. That someone is one who you build a love with that will last for a lifetime, someone who will always have a piece of your heart for as long as you live. If, for some reason, you lose the love of your life, I hope you are blessed enough to meet your soulmate. Your soulmate will be the one who feels as if you’ve known them all of your life. They will be aligned with your soul, causing a change to you as a whole, some way or another. Although the connection between you two is rated on a high level, separation will occur after you receive the love that they were meant to give. Don’t be sad, though, they will always be someone who is a phone call away. Your life partner—someone who the others prepared you for. Your life partner is a friend or companion who you can trust with your life. The two of you are so in sync with one another that you know what each other wants and needs without it being spoken. They are the person you will do any and everything for. You two were made to build a foundation so strong that God himself built it—Built with the lessons that were learned before you knew each other existed. Yes, they are the ones that you are made for, and vice versa.

When it comes to love, I have been blessed. I know my first love, the love of my life, my soulmate, and my life partner. I met my first love when I was seventeen years old. I was a sophomore in high school and he was a sophomore in college. He went to the University of South Carolina and, although he didn’t play basketball for the university, he was a baller and so was I. He played in several different gyms on his spare time with other guys who played ball on their spare time. I balled out for my high school team, being moved up to the varsity team my sophomore year, so we definitely had that in common. He would take me to the gym with him and we’d play around for a while and then get ice cream afterwards. He was the first man to make love to me, or, at least it felt as if he made love to me. He was the first guy to put his mouth on me. He was good at it and he liked to do it. Almost every night I was either sneaking out of the house with him or he was sneaking in my window. All of this carried on for a year until I found out that he was seeing another girl. Someone his family called his girlfriend. But how, though? We spent so much time together. He was my first lesson in love—that some people have the potential to not be shit.

I met the love of my life when I was eighteen years old. Seeing his face or saying his name always brings a smile to my face. When I met him, I instantly knew that I loved him. I knew that I was in love with him. I wanted to spend all of my time with him and I wanted all of his. I was fascinated with him. The way he carried himself, the respect he received from others, and the hustle he had about himself. I gave all of me to him. So much that the day his cousin helped me prepare our first home, I found out I was pregnant with twins—the first for both of our families in many years. Life was bliss. I felt like the luckiest woman in the world. It must have read off of me because people would refer to me as “Boss Lady” or “The Queen” and other titles that made me fit for this king that I was in love with. He taught, showed, and gave me so many experiences and life lessons. He taught me how to drive a car, roll a blunt, and how to count thousands of dollars in under a minute. He showed me what life had to offer me. With him, I learned unconditional love. I wanted to spend my whole life with him and our family, including a baby girl who was born five years after our twins. Then, he gave me the worst day of my entire life when he suddenly passed away when I was twenty-eight years old.

My life fell apart when I lost the love of my life. The pieces were literally scattered in front of me and I had no idea what to do. As my life changed, I changed. Not only do I give credit to the strength I had to acquire after losing the love of my life, but I salute my soulmate. I met him one short month after the worst day of my life. When I say my soulmate helped me get through the worst time of my life—yes Lord, you did that, sir! In my eyes, the love of my life was/is a king. The king. And so did my soulmate. Yes, although he was fucking me every chance he got, he referred to the father of my children as, “The King." He understood what the love of my life was to my life. In his own way, I think he tried to help fill that void as much as possible. He did for my children as much as he did for me. He’d take me to concerts, professional sporting events, and paid bills. He was my emergency call. Not my mother and definitely not my father. The first time he called my phone, I had to ask who he was because I didn’t know the number. He replied, “Daddy.” And that’s what I called him. If I called him by his given name, he’d have a fit. In my phone, his name was saved as “Superman." Our separation comes from him being halfway happily married for more than twenty years to a beautiful woman with an awful attitude. You may call this man my sugar daddy, but I call him my soulmate. There was never a time I could call this man and he wouldn’t answer and/or call or text me right back. Many early mornings he has answered the phone at six o’clock while laying in the bed with his nosy wife because I was drunk and leaving the club all in my feelings. He’d jump out of the bed to make sure me and my children were okay while his wife was nagging him about who was calling him so early. I can still make an emergency call to him if need be and I know he’ll be right there.

Since meeting my life partner ten months after my soulmate, the relationship hasn’t been perfect, but definitely worth it. The day I met him, I felt his energy as I walked under his arm while he held the door open for me. He waited outside of the store for me, then approached me like the gentleman he is. He made me nervous, but in a good way. I blushed the whole time during our five-minute conversation before we exchanged phone numbers. As we got to know one another, my heart yearned to love him. I felt as though he needed my love. He had been through some things and his heart was broken. I have that strength that he needs and he possesses the passion that I lost. For the past two years, my erotica writings have been influenced by him. We don’t go on dates, we have adventures—they may result in us eating, being entertained, or becoming intoxicated, but nonetheless, it is always an experience. He’s a stern man with a broken heart. Day by day, I know that I am pumping life back into him, as he does for me. His feelings for me scare him. Me too. After being with someone for so long and they break your heart, it makes it hard to love another, but when you do, you will love them hard. The intensity in his eyes is felt in my heart. It’s electrifying the way we look each other in the eyes and know what we are thinking, feeling, and wanting to say. It’s not that I want to spend the rest of my life with this man, I know I will spend the rest of my life with this man. Whatever the rest of this life has to offer us, we will share. The imperfect journey that we have had with one another is building a bond so strong, a foundation so steady , that you—yes you—will know that God has his hands in it. It’s just the beginning for my life partner and I, but I know that our relationship has already been blessed!

-TasteeThoughts

What stage of your love life are you in? Have you ever thought about the different loves that you have felt in comparison to one another? I hope I was able to help you dissect the four “strokes” of your love life.

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About the Creator

Tastee Thoughts

TasteeThoughts is a single mother of three children. She is a writer geared towards urban erotica. She owns a publishing company - 3Queens Publishing LLC, which published it's first book #ChristalBelle written by TasteeThoughts herself.

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