This evening, I’m curled up on the couch with my blanket, soaking in episode after episode of Black Love, and let me tell you—it’s hitting me right in the soul. There’s something magical about watching couples share their stories with such rawness and vulnerability. The women on the show keep saying something that resonates deeply with me: They didn’t have to change themselves to be in the healthy relationships they’re in.
That message is like a breath of fresh air. I’ve spent so much time trying to figure out where love and boundaries intersect, and hearing these women affirm that they were fully embraced for who they are gives me hope. It reminds me why I’ve chosen to walk away from relationships where my boundaries were crossed. Leaving wasn’t easy, but watching these couples proves that honoring my needs is the right path to finding the love I deserve.
And then there are the men—whew, the way they talk about their journeys to love is nothing short of beautiful. They share the exact moments they knew they loved these women, how they set aside their egos, and how they learned to nurture their relationships. It’s inspiring to see men actively choosing to grow for the sake of love. It’s a kind of love story that doesn’t ask for perfection, just honesty and effort.
But can we talk about the way these couples look at each other? It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist when their eyes lock. That kind of love—the kind that holds you, sees you, and celebrates you—is what I hope to find. Watching them gives me this quiet reassurance that my person is out there somewhere, too. I may not know when or where I’ll meet him, but it’s comforting to believe that when the time is right, our paths will cross.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from Black Love and my own experiences, it’s that love rooted in authenticity is worth the wait. It’s not about settling or molding myself to fit someone’s expectations. It’s about staying true to who I am, setting boundaries, and trusting that the right person will embrace all of it—the good, the messy, and the beautiful.
So here I am, hopeful, read for not just any love, but the kind that feels like home. Until then, I’ll keep growing, keep thriving, and keep holding onto the belief that my story is still being written. Because if Black Love has taught me anything, it’s that the best love stories don’t require us to compromise who we are—they simply ask us to show up, wholeheartedly. 🫶🏾



