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Because underneath all that armor, she was just a girl who wanted what every strong woman deserved, to be chosen, pursued, thought of, touched gently, chased a little, and loved on without having to ask for it.
“Samaj’s sperm donor showed up. A day late and a dollar short. Here nonetheless.”
🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣
“You can walk out, or get carried out. Your call, bruh. And the lady said call her Sametra. You lost the right to call her anything the day you chose to be a ghost instead of a man.”
lighter!!!!!!!
“MiMi,” he said, voice low against my ear, “breathe. Right or wrong, selfish or not, you’re doing what you think is best. That either has to be enough...
“That’s what love looks like, Sametra. Protection when it counts. Distance when it’s needed. And the strength to know the difference. It’s a balance.”
“Because every time I’m near you, you forget to breathe for about three seconds. Because you called me back in under five minutes. And because right now, you’re standing with your back to your girls so they can’t see your face. That baby blushing.”
I love this man!!!
“Answer when I call. Sweet dreams.”
My nigga! 😀
“Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna call you every night. I’m gonna make sure you’re good, make sure Samaj is good. And this weekend, I’m gonna take you out and show you exactly why ‘Yes, I’ll be your woman is the only answer.’”
I am cheesing so hard!
I loved a man who could code-switch without losing himself or trying too hard.
Me too girl!
“This is home. I’m always choosing home.”
Mos def
“I just need you to know… nothing’s out of reach. You want the moon? I’m on the phone with NASA to get you the damn moon and a few stars too.”
No weapon formed against this family could prosper.
Amen
