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We both know how cruel this world can be, filled with judgment and misunderstanding, but I don’t want you to let your tics define you or keep you sheltered in fear of having episodes in public.
You had a purpose long before anyone ever formed an opinion about you.
I loved her—probably more than she deserved—but sometimes blood will drown you faster than strangers,
Gatez didn’t do apologies, explanations, or pleasantries. He also didn’t talk feelings, didn’t take meetings, play nice to make people comfortable, believe in mercy, and damn sure didn’t give zero fucks about being liked—just respected. He moved like smoke—quiet, suffocating, and impossible to trace until it was already too late.
“That’s the thing… people think peace is soft, but peace is a damn discipline.
How you a whole billionaire but still look like you hate money? It’s like, you were mad they direct-deposited the money?
If a nigga wasn’t all that, you wouldn’t be standing here with your lashes hanging lower than your standards. Come on now.”
Love. It felt like a language I was never taught;
Maybe one day I’ll meet her—whoever she is. The woman who won’t run when I don’t smile, won’t flinch when I’m quiet, or crumble when I show her
His mama is still up for debate; that verdict ain’t in yet. I’m convinced this nigga came out the womb mad.
“No need to explain. You nmcall it a tic… I call it honesty with bad timing.”
But if he lets you in—even just a little—it means something. That man doesn’t waste his energy on people he doesn’t care about. So if you’re here? You matter more than you think.
People gon’ misunderstand you whether you whisper or shout. So you might as well show up full—unapologetic, unmuted, and unashamed. That ticking, that twitching, that trembling voice of yours? That ain’t weakness, baby; that’s your power dressed in a different robe.”
“H-How long will we have to stay married? Surely t-this is just something temporary… until you can trust me, right?” “Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows?” he answered casually, but there was an edge to it— a dangerous kind of calm.
