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“If you learn to really sit with loneliness and embrace it for the gift that it is… an opportunity to get to know YOU, to learn how strong you really are, to depend on no one but YOU for your happiness… you will realize that a little loneliness goes a LONG way…” – Mandy Hale
“She gives you no problems? She gives you no problems because she’s in love with your stupid ass, Trip. She’s only with it because it’s you. And she’s gonna be cool with it… until she’s not anymore. And then she’s gonna be ghost. So you just be prepared for that.”
Men like him, used to acquiring what they desired, had major insecurities with exclusivity, possession, ownership. They desired to possess the best of things, to own, to be the only ones to have something. It was what they worked day in and day out for, the fruits of success. If anyone could have something, it took away from the allure. In the same breath, the need to turn something obtainable to something reserved was a challenge in itself. And all men were drawn to challenges.
“I know… you straight, right, baby? So is spaghetti ‘til you get it all hot and wet.”
Every girl needed someone, a girlfriend to tell her deepest secrets to. And the best part was that they didn’t even have to utter one single word of their own, just sing the lyrics to someone else’s plights. It was the power of music.
“And you love me,” she told him confidently. She didn’t ask, she told him. Trip’s face became grim, serious, she could really tell he wanted to say something but he was almost incapable at that moment. It was almost like if he opened his mouth, all types of things may come spewing out of it. So he looked off and then he looked back up at her and he melted her heart. He nodded.
“So, this is what we gonna do, alright? I’m gonna make love to you… and you’re gonna make love to me.”
“If it feels so good that you wanna scream, I want you to scream,” Trip commanded.
“I told that bitch let me see her purse... I took that shit and farted in it. I said there’s ya gas money bitch, get ghost!”
“And ain’t none of these bitches out here fuckin’ wit’ my pussy game, can’t nobody do it to you like me, and don’t nobody love you like me, so you better think about that shit.”
“For the record… I didn’t fall for a stripper. I fell for a dancer… a pretty little ballerina who just so happened to strip. There’s a difference… Just like every nigga that hustles isn’t a hustler. You didn’t have that stripper mentality. You were more than that.”
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime, Athena… Appreciate them all.
He knew with words came emotion. He knew with emotion, came impulse. Impulse would lead to impulse reactions
