808s & Hearts

Whether you will admit it or not, Kanye just so happens to be one of the most gifted and talented person of the 21st century. I remember when I first listened to ‘808s and Heartbreaks.’ A lot of people didn’t know what to say about it. I would hear- “Kanye, this nigga really did a whole album singing in Autotune.”

It doesn’t take much to grasp that concept after listening, but he did in fact sing. He sang about heartbreak, the loss of his mother, and being in the limelight during a heartbreak. I remember my girl at the time broke up with me around the time the album first leaked. (This is not why I like this album) but I did like the album because Kanye expressed his feelings in an authentic way- you could feel everything he went through.

You can’t believe in love after listening to 808s and Heartbreaks. It is a ‘fuck you’ to your ex or current lover. However, it is a cry for love. We all need to feel love. There’s so much hate in the world people forget that love exists.

This is the reason for this post. I love my girlfriend with all my heart. After reading a poem by ee cummings, he says- in a nutshell- if everyone could hear you sing or see the smile that I see, then everyone most absolutely without a doubt would believe in nothing but the existence of love.

So, this is dedicated to YOU. This is why I love my girlfriend.

I love my girlfriend because she embodies the symbolism of a smile. When you break up with someone, for some strange reason everything you see reminds you of that person. But when I see a child asking for sprinkles with ice cream, or a person giving up a seat for an older person, a new hip-hop song I can vibe to, a new Jay-Z track, some fresh new clothes, my favorite football team winning, I think of her smile. Why? Because her smile makes me think of happiness.

I really think she has superpowers. Instead of using aluminum claws or fighting crime at night like Batman, I honestly believe she could save the world with just her smile.

My girlfriend makes me feel special. Not just any special, but I feel like I have superpowers too. She can be right in an argument (and although she can’t wait to say I’m wrong or make me feel like a dumbass) she can still see where I’m coming from.

She is thoughtful. She cares. She loves. Even though I believed that true love doesn’t exists, she proves me wrong everyday. I thought to myself, how can you define love if it is ambiguous or undefinable? Well, she somehow manages to not only define it, but show it everyday.

I love the way her hair smells. I love the way her teeth taste. I love everything about her. She’s my anti 808s and Heartbreaks.

A lot of fellas might say, Oh, damn D.O. you slipping up falling in love! You gone crazy writing post like this for her. Are you okay? I thought you were EOB (Everything Over Bitches)? What happened?

Well, what happened is this- once you grow up and mature, you begin to see things differently. I treat my lady friend how I would want to be treated. I don’t lie and I don’t cheat. Simple as that. Once you find the right one, there’s no way you can go wrong.

I’ve done my fair share of dirt. That dirt, in turn, has shown me how to treat a woman nicely. Treat her with respect. If you truly love someone tell them. You never know when they won’t be able to hear it. If you tell that person you love them, remember- actions speak louder than words. Don’t be afraid to show them. Even if you have to write a blog post about it. Or go crazy about them.

How do you know when it’s love? Like real love?

You know it’s love when you can’t be without that person whether it be physical, emotional, spiritual, or in thought.

With that said (Read the two poem excerpts below [ee cummings and pablo neruda] and also….

Babe, I love you.

“and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone’s heart at your each

nearness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love”~ ee cummings

“my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.”~ Pablo Neruda