I wanna be loved like this...

That's me on my wedding day. I was pregnant and just turned 18. Got flowers in my Mohawk, tats on each side of my head, and a few piercings here and there. I was something else for sure and I knew I was in love-- and loved for sure. Nokosee has spoiled me. I want to be loved like that every day. But I can't because Nokosee is a "Renegade on the Run" from Uncle Sam. However, thanks to the Miccosukee Embassy's WiFi, we can still talk, even look at each other via Skype. To make up for his absence, he sends me something every day to remind me how much he loves me. Today he sent me a link about the muy powerful and legendary love affair between Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera. Aside from the part when they first met-- she was 12 and he was 32 up on a scaffold painting a mural (Nokosee and I were 17 but he was on top of me with his daddy's Special Forces knife ready-- or so I thought at the time-- to kill me)-- we share a love that cannot be denied by God or Man. I want to believe there is "something singularly mesmerizing about the fateful encounter that sparked our epic... lifelong love affair." I want to believe I can be as fearless as Frida and deserving of Nokosee's love. He tells me not to worry, that I got both of those desires covered.

Thanks for making my day, Nokosee. Again and again and again.

​ You can read what he sent me here.