Ruminations on Love in “Honey, Baby”
Have you ever looked at your significant other and wondered, Gosh, I’m so lucky to have them?
Maybe it’s your first time experiencing such sweetness in a relationship. Maybe it’s your tenth time, but it feels brand new. You’re in love with the tenderness in their eyes when they gaze at you. Your body grows warm in the comfort they provide—it’s undeniable they’ve become your safe space. Your home.
It seems too good to be true, and regardless how long you’ve been with your lover, whether it’s one week, one month, or one year, an unwelcoming voice nags at you, saying, “Would this love even last?”
‘Honey, Baby’ is a depiction of such thoughts that occurred in my very first serious relationship. I had never experienced such a magnitude of reciprocated love before, and it got to a point that I would blindly do anything for him. Unfortunately, it became my downfall. I ended up being from one failed relationship to another, and what kept occurring was that, during a rocky phase within a relationship, I’d find myself at a crossroads. I began to doubt myself and their feelings for me. Yet, I refused to go. My mind stores precious, beautiful memories I’ve shared with my lovers—ones that my heart cherishes so much and refuses to let go. I kept the door slightly ajar, in case they wanted to leave. However, deep down inside, I yearned for them to stay. That’s all I ever wanted.
I suppose, somehow, ‘Honey, Baby’ was my way of letting go.