Is there anyone in the world that you let into your personal space? Does love have to smother? Does it have to barge into my personal space like a bull in a china closet? I wonder because no one who really knows how to love has ever loved me. I don't need anyone to make me happy. But I need someone to share the happiness that is within me and within him. Relationships are not about giving. They are about sharing and it's easier to give a hundred dollars than it is to share a dollar. We talk about if there is hope for Black male/femaile union. But whet do we mean by union? It's not about touching bodies. It's about touching hearts and minds. And I've done that. But the brotha who can come into my personal space and really love me--I don't know if he has even been born yet.