I’ll be honest, Tamyka, I felt absolutely broken a couple of days ago.

To use a metaphor, there was a crash bug in my relationship that kept popping up. Crash, reboot. Any time I’ve experienced something like that, prior to this current relationship, it’s been terminal, done, finito.

The vast majority of what I have written on Medium is about her, so it left me questioning the point of me continuing as a writer.

Miraculously, a bug fix and reboot later, and it’s up and running.

I feel like such a nerd saying it that way, but it’s apt.

The other side of that coin is the community here. I didn’t expect anything like what has come at me the past couple of days. I feel almost sick at the attention what I wrote received. It wasn’t intentional, I just didn’t want to vanish with some sort of explanation. I don’t really have much of an ego. I’ll admit to being blown away by the support. It’s all I’ve been able to do to respond.

That and the relationship fix have me rethinking my direction on things. Hell, I stomped on the urge a couple of hours ago to write a love poem. :/

I’ve just got to know and trust that I’m capable of writing with impact aside from the way I write when she is setting my blood on fire.

Besides, I’d miss the shit out of you. :) Thank you for being so fantastic, Tamyka.