What makes me real bad was when you did come back I was like a finally have a good guy and I’m not hurting him to be a gold digging bitch… ended up he was prolly the worst of all of them
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Real mad*
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Me and my man both kinda scared of all the signs, spiritualism, and ironics… but we truly love each other too… the second time we were together I laid in his armpit and the feeling of peace, and being exhausted, and like I don’t even care if I just die right here right now… I’d be happy. The angels and psychics kept us together and I finally found what I needed and was missing the entire time. I remember seeing him toe to toe that first time (even though I know there is a prior he still ain’t tell me about. But when I met his son I saw his exact presence and eyes back to then and was just like whoa. Like… I read some shit and I just always assumed love was there then there then there… realizing now they weren’t even close to love most of them.
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But I tried hard… looking back at other shit I feel stupid… but in the end it all came to him