There was a Robo... and His Name was Nonchalant(Re-Post)

Not to be misunderstood or misconstrued, but women love men that act like men. All the qualities they hate about you though they couldn't do without, it makes them love you. One of these qualities is being Nonchalant.

There was this guy he was with the woman of his dreams and they lived life vivaciously. He never loved anything as much as he loved her. Her eyes a deep luscious brown like the blackest of coffee. Her smiles as contagious as H1N1 Popsicles. Her laugh as calming as water splashing 'gainst stone. Her body as soft as froth. Her lips as sweet as half frozen soda. He indulged himself in her and she did the same in him.


Though they lived happy, people fight, right? People argue and yell sh!t they apologize for later at the very peak of their lungs; they cuss, they flex, they brew, until they part. The moment of separation is when they think of love, hate, and miss one another the most. In these very moments will their relationships be tested, the other will wait and the other will act, or both will wait, or both will act.


"The one who cares less is the one who is control of the relationship", that is what keeps us sane, when love terrorizes us. This is the protocol of love in our world. We fight for control of our emotions and our lovers.

Well I say unto you, don't let your love be scripted or controlled by fear and dialogue of other's who've never loved like you.

Don't be cold and callous like an inanimate object made of bolts, screws and nuts.

Be vibrant, be a lover, be human.

Make mistakes and live like there were no tomorrow or plans were just frivolous thoughts of the misinformed.

Love like a dog, wag your tail in the moment.

Express yourself like the birds, chirp at the brink of dawn and whistle sweetly.

Don't give a f^ck- love, cry, and bang your hands down on the table or punch holes in walls.

Look stupid.

Don't stop- don't stop feeling for you might not ever feel again; you might not ever love again.

Float, soar and burst like a balloon, with excitement exploding  throughout in the universe.

Love like you are on your deathbed;

bleed, cry, smile with love.

Needless to say, Nonchalant went and got his old lady back. Apologized and loved her the way she wanted to be loved. She stayed by his side, as if she were his own arm. They loved, they made love, he bust those nuts... that sealed his heart shut. They had children and loved them as well. They blossomed like spring flowers. He cared, she smiled, he loved, she took care of him. Nothing could compare to what they had, because this love was their own- however it looked they sculpted it with pulse of their hearts.

Don't let society tell you how to love, just love and watch society blush at your joy and umph at your warmth.
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