The only thing we love more than our kind of love is public displays of our kind of love. Some do their best to convince us that our love isn’t part of the whole black love movement, but fuck them. Our love is just as valid (and probably more spicy) as theirs. Some of us can attest to what it's like to follow a couple who’s every moment is shared on social media. We follow their every picture and post on Insta, and double tap as if our own love lives depend on it.
We love how open and honest they are with each other, the way they publicly post cute messages on each other’s timelines, and oh, look! They just got a dog! One of the best ways to chill after a long day of social distancing (alone) is to endlessly scroll through the photos that tell the story of their love.
Their love keeps us hopeful as we navigate through the landfill of dating while SGL. Their love always seems so positive, so reaffirming, and most importantly, it sooo seems real. The only other people who are as invested in their relationship as they are, is us. Their public gestures fill us with warm fuzzy butterflies. We make mental notes of them, notes that we one day hope to use as inspiration for what we’ll do in our next relationship.