Music speaks to me.

I’m not really in to music. At least not recently. But what I have noticed is that whenever I’m sad or happy, there is always a song that plays on my mind. It’s like making my own lullaby or trying to convince myself that whatever is happening is actually fixing itself for me.

Last night I had this searing pain on my leg muscles. I hated it as much as the thought of not being able to use my kulambo for the night because I know I have to wear my woolly socks to ease the pain. I never wanted to take the medicine. I know I can overcome the pain without artificially triggering the biochemical reactions in my body.

The pain endured for quite a while and I’m sure I won’t be able to go through it (I may have resorted to the meds!) if not for my boyfriend’s voice. He was talking to me, trying to shift my focus from the pain to his lovely voice and random stories. I didn’t realise I was crying. Maybe due to the pain, maybe because I was touched by his genuine concern about me. His voice sounded like Apollo’s music nymphs that cradled me into a good night sleep :)

So sweetie, if ever you would read this, I want you to know that I am so lucky and happy to have you. I love you so much!

(Source: agirlnamedasaboy)