He was right. I had been in denial about how I felt about Blair for a little minute. Always pushing it out of my head and convincing myself that she was better off without me. When she hopped out the car to get on the jet to go to Monaco, I felt that shit hard. It hit me like a punch to the chest. This woman was simply existing in my world, and she had the power to bring me to my knees. She didn’t even know how much she had me wrapped around her fingers. It was Blair’s world, and I was just the nigga making sure she always remained protected in it.
this was what i wanted for him. he’s deserved to feel love again despite everything that went on with cherie and harley 🥹
