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Oh, boy. You know your love life is sad when your five-year-old niece is trying to play matchmaker.
Isaiah: Where you going? The bell don’t dismiss you, I do
“If I die between your thighs, I’d die a happy man. Put it on my headstone: he died worshipping a goddess.”
Fuck it. Call me TLC because I ain’t too proud to beg.
Your courage feeds the piece of me that’s been hiding beneath the ashes of my life. Your selflessness calls out to my soul that’s been drifting away so slowly I didn’t even recognize it at first.
Our love story was written in the stars the moment I held you in my arms.
“For loving me when I didn’t love myself enough. For setting me free. For being my home.”
