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Fear. Fear of failure, fear of failing her, was what kept me from chasing her down and forcing her to see our potential.
Valentine’s Day surprises. Wedding bells. Honeymoon. Babymoon. Children. Family. Vacations. Drop offs. Pickups. Lunch dates. Recitals. Afterschool activities. I wanted that shit like I wanted the next breath to pass through my lungs.
“How’d you know?” “Homework. You’re a subject I’ll study until the death of me.
A man that studies you to know exactly what to gift you, what to say, and how to move is *chef's kiss*
but I knew that I wouldn’t step into year thirty-six, holding onto anything or anyone that didn’t align with that plan.
Watching you burn with desire for a man that clearly wants you as much as you want him is torture, and that’s putting it lightly.”
“Today, if you found another man and fell in love, the risk would still be significant. By not following your heart and seeking solace in Milo, you’re saying that you will never, ever attempt to fall in love again. Because, when it’s all said and done, risk is involved. It doesn’t matter who the relationship is with.”
Fear is fighting to keep you stagnant, stubborn, and prideful. But what’s pride when it comes to falling and being in love?”
“But fuck fear. The risk can’t be heavier than the burden of not being able to love you loudly is.
I’m simply a woman who has worked very hard to get to where I am. I just don’t want anyone to ever confuse it.”
Yesssssss!!!!!!
You’re obsessed with the idea of having me, but not the idea of the work it requires to get and keep me.
Say it again and louder for the people in the back!
A woman is the strongest creature ever produced.
“You see me every day, Nature, but you don’t see a nigga, for real. You got ya guard up and shit. Not letting a nigga get at you like I want to. So, when I ask if you miss me, I mean, bend your ass over the console miss me. Arch your back, miss me. Get on all fours, miss me. Suck my dick, miss me. Spread them fucking legs and let me eat that shit, miss me. Sit on my face, miss me. Ride this dick, miss me.”
If you truly wanted to get things on track for us, you would’ve dropped them all because you wanted to, not because I wanted you to.
“Pursuing me doesn’t mean falling into a routine because we’re used to each other or because we have history. You messed up, yet I feel like I’ve been doing all the repairing. Pursuing me means actively going for me, showing me, without a doubt, that I’m the one person you want, need, and yearn for.
Grief doesn’t have a timeframe. It doesn’t have a clock. It never stops. It just hurts a little less.
It’ll always be you. I love you from the depths of me that I don’t even know exist. Each day, you root yourself deeper in my heart, deeper in my soul, making me aware of places that were undiscovered prior to your presence.
“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. Ain’t no nigga ’bout to love you like I love you, Nature, and there’s not a woman in the world I want to give the chance to love me even a little. We in this shit. For life.
