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“I’ma spin and spin and spin again until you get it through that thick ass skull of yours.”
Loving Milo was equivalent to living life in a minefield. Any movement in the wrong direction could lead to destruction. Heart and body exploding, leaving me unrecognizable
“I express myself and you hide. Then, finally, you emerge, confessing your love for me and your desires to be something more. Shit doesn’t go your way and you pitch a fit.
Cool. I’ll give you that much. I push forward, you pull back. I push forward, you pull back. And when I finally decide to agree with you, you got your fucking lips poked out and you pouting.
“You’ve had chances, Milo. Don’t act like you didn’t know that I wanted this, wanted you. I’ve always wanted you, wanted us. But I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting for you to really apply some freaking pressure instead of thinking things would be a breeze for you and me as they always had been.
“Understand that I’ll knock a hundred niggas out if they’re standing in my path to you.
So, if you want to save me my good hand, stick to what you know best, Nay. Me.”
He has to actively pursue me and not assume that anything is other than what’s been made clear by us both. So, until there’s a ring on my finger or Milo officially asks me to be his, then I’m very much so a single woman.”
“Baby, if that was all my money, you shouldn’t be fucking with me.” He chuckled, finding my question hilarious. “That’s less than a hundred bands. You into broke niggas?”
I don’t have anything over the top to say or any clever ass speech. All I have is my heart, baby, and I’m wondering if that’s enough to get you to rock with a nigga for the rest of ’em. The rest of our lives.
“Milo. It’s been such a long time coming, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now than standing before you, in front of our friends and family, confessing my love for you. I’ve never felt anything so trivial, yet revolutionary. “So ugly, yet so beautiful. So recessive, yet so dominant. So old, yet so new. So painful, yet so pleasant. So subtle, yet so overwhelming. So understanding, yet so intolerable. So polluted, yet so pure. So heavy, yet so light. So mysterious, yet so obvious.”
“You’re so good at this, Nay. Loving me for who I am and exactly where I am without compromising your beliefs, morals, or sanity. You’re so good at this, baby. Forcing me to see that I have potential beyond the books. You’re so good at this, my love. Helping me understand that I don’t only have a brain but I have a heart, too.
“And when I say that it belongs to you, I’m talking wholly. Every piece of that moth—every
every piece of it. It’s yours. I don’t even know why it’s still in my chest. It beats for you. It longs for you. It waits for you. And just like me, it’s ready t...
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“But one thing about it, two things for certain, when it comes to your block, I’ma spin it. So, let me know what’s up. You need space? You need time? What’s up? ’Cause ain’t no such thing as separation and divorce ain’t an option. Ever.

