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“You did more than enough, shorty. You’re the reason why a nigga’s standing here. Don’t dimmish the effect you had.”
A woman was the reason I’d lost ten years of my life, and a woman was the reason I didn’t have to lose anymore.
A giver often didn’t locate fellow givers. Often, we attracted takers. Often, we gave until there was nothing left. Often, the love we desired—the love we gave was taken for granted. This time, I was giving my love to a
I was worthy of exclusivity. I was worthy of the best.
How she responded would determine if I’d go back outside and kill that nigga again.
“Cuz that’s where you belong,” I flirted, tipping her chin upward. “Center of attention, endless adoration. You’re like inspiration. In the physiological sense. That drawing of air into a nigga’s lungs achieved by expanding my chest and flattening my diaphragm. Inspirate. You inspire me, shorty.”
I once read that you should never go for the man that made your heart race. He’d be the one to break it. That same wisdom further stated you should go for the one that made your heart steady. The one that made you feel safe.
