She’d been designed for me. Perfectly, she fit. It wasn’t until she walked into my life that I came to the conclusion that I’d been lonely before. Shielding my heart from women after the world had already broken it was my coping mechanism. I didn’t want to cope anymore. I wanted to live. That was what Glacier did for a nigga. She gave me life. She gave me purpose. She gave me hope, some shit I hadn’t had since the day my momma killed herself and my pops.
