Finding your lobster is like finally finding that last piece of the jigsaw puzzle or that last shuffle before the rubik’s cube is complete, that last move before everything falls into place and you are left wondering how you ever lived without them in your lives. How do you know it’s real?

I am not the authority on that but I think when you know, you know. You feel it in your jellies and every part of your being agrees. The chemistry, the intimacy, the friendship, all so ever effortless you could do it in your sleep.  Yes sex is good but that, that is something else. It’s the kind of relationship where you’ll be 90 and she is as beautiful as the day you met. If you have been lucky enough you know what I’m talking about. I can say without any reasonable doubt it is the best feeling in the world – perhaps only bested by your code running on the first attempt. Everyday with them feels like Sunday and in their warm embrace, you wish you could freeze time and live that moment a million times over while you thank God for making your paths cross. I know I’m supposed to be gangsta but there’s always that one girl.

If you have that, never let go and a happily ever after just might be in the works.

I hope you find your lobster and in the meantime, tupatane soko. I recommend Ariel, muosho ni mmoja tu.


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