Love

I was once told that; with love you could get through anything. But what if its more forms of love than the one we know. I read through some classic readings that there are 6 kinds of love traits. Hopeful love; Loving everyone; Committed love; Playful love; Love of self; And the love of passion and desire. It sounds good but it also sounds bad. So if there's different forms of love. Well which one gets us through anything before its too late?

It was a beautiful fall morning in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; When me and Gregory walked into my new apartment with my things, Gregory was tired after running back and forth from my mother's house. "Look here bitch." He said in a playful manner. "You gone' have to hire some real men to do this heavy lifting cause a bitch is tired. And I would just love to have something to look at while I'm here." He complained as he shut the door behind us. "Well I told you you didn't have to help; you volunteered to help." I replied with a rasp in my voice. Gregory looked at me strange. "What the fuck is up with your voice?" He questioned. "I got a cold that's why I'm sipping on this tea." I answered as I sip the tea in my hand. "That's nasty, you should get that looked at." He said with disgust as he walk towards the kitchen. Gregory was 28 year old, heavyset, straight-forward, dark skin feminine gay male with dark brown eyes, full lips and a little wide nose. Gregory was wearing a scarf with a tan and black poncho over him, and a beanie hat half way on his head with a low haircut. He often pretended to play like he was my mother at times. And I didn't mind because sometimes I needed the guidance knowing that he was more seasoned than me in this gay lifestyle. I was 22 years old, thin body, brown skin, brown eyes, full but small lips. I was wearing a brown jacket , with a tan scarf, with a tan shirt with greenish-tan pants and tan boots. My hair was cut low as well. Gregory opened the refrigerator door and takes out a gallon of water and place it on the counter. He continued the conversation as he looked for a cup to pour the water into. "Beside, what kind of friend you think I would I be if I let you move into a place without any help, its just disrespectful!" He informed me while pouring the water into a plastic foam cup. "Plus, I know a bitch is glad to be moving out of his mother's house anyway." He said with a little happiness. "Actually I am" I replied with pride while taking off my scarf. and sitting at my dinner table. "I mean it's not much but I got a make the best out of it." I said as Gregory came and sat across from me at the table. "And it will be more convenient when I start going back to school." Gregory nodding his head listening to my plan "That's cute, that's cute; So tell me about mister man." He said curiously speaking of my boyfriend that I am dating for the last two years. "Well...." Before I could even speak Gregory's phone rang cutting me off. Gregory held up his finger indicating to hold on as he takes this call putting the phone on speaker. "Hello, what can I do for you?" He answered. "I need you right now... Are you busy?" Said the man on the other end of the call. "You do? Um I'm not busy." Gregory put his finger up to his mouth letting me know to hush as I snickered. I always found these calls funny because the guys always sound so desperate for sex. "Uh, I can be there in 15 minutes." He informed the man on the phone. "Perfect, see you soon." The man replied as they both hung up the phone. "Who was that?" I asked knowing that it was one of Gregory's clients. "Um, it was my livelihood, I got to go make some money." He answered as I rolled my eyes and chuckled. I didn't necessarily agree with Gregory being an escort because I knew how dangerous it could be. But he also was a waiter at tootsie's down on South street whenever he could get a shift. "Rent sure is due, so I got to go." He said as he rose from his seat and started walking back out to the living room as I followed behind him. We hug as we got to the front door "But wait he didn't give you an address to come to?" I questioned with concern. "See, he doesn't realize he's a regular and he suffers from dementia on and off so he tends to forget." He said as he opens the door to leave. "See you" I said praying that god watch over my best friend while he works. I closed the door and head upstairs to unpack my things.