Today I said goodbye to my almost lover. It was very sad.
I’ve attached a video to describe this sad feeling I now carry inside me – inside me is if course not a place my almost lover ever went technically. That would naturally defeat the whole purpose of even using this expression. But figuratively speaking he most certainly did. Quite deep too I must add.
For those of you who are not familiar with the term my almost lover, let me explain: My almost lover is someone who you feel as if they were your lover, minus the sexual intercourse aspect, (there is a very famous song made, where the singer unfortunately did an epic fail action when using this term, and left out the most important word in the equation and simply sang “goodbye my lover”. I feel deeply sorry for him, whose name I won’t mention out of respect) . You can of course spoon my almost lover, but it’s the sort of spooning when the female tends to be the big spoon… (For very obvious reasons).
In the hood we sometimes call my almost lover a brotha from anotha motha. This means that someone is like a brother to you, but that you are in fact not related by blood. You don’t have the same mother, or even the same stepmother. It actually has nothing to do with your, or his mother. You just feel a very strong bond to the person in question. Now, I’m of course not saying that brothers are like lovers, cause that’d be groco, and also insectious, to say the least. But brothas from anotha motha could mos def fall into this category. Let’s leave it at they kinda live in a symbiosis in a very abstract, yet beautiful way. Anyways, my almost lover is gone. Now I will watch the video one more time, while I cry myself to sleep. I still have an ultra exciting life. Stay tuned.