In Keri Hilson’s song, “Energy,” she sings,
“I wish I could rip out a page of my memory
Cuz I put to much energy in him and me
Can’t wait til’ I get through this phase
Cuz it’s killing me
To bad we can’t re-write our own history”
It’s well known that I’m the psychologist among my friends (which is probably why I’ve decided to make a career out of it).
Anywho, last night I was counseling talking to one of my friends and she recently parted ways with the father of her unborn child. She told him that she was tired of loving him. After she told him that, he couldn’t understand. He argued back that he loved her, even when they argue CONSTANTLY… He questioned how one could be exhausted from love.
I knew exactly what my friend was talking about. I have been there. I love tempestuously one moment, forgiving and staying throughout the bull, then, one morning I wake up with a renewed “Energy” and before you know it, I’ve sprinkled you with fairy dust and packed my stuff up (figuratively) and left. I love myself too much to lose myself.