What I miss the most…
When we first met how you would meet my at my apartment and we would have dinner w the kids and then have our tea n kush sessions while watching Pinapple Express for the millionth time. Our amazing sex. When we would take the kids to the park and just chill. When we would sit on the phone or in person and just talk about any and everything. How comfortable I was with you. How we listened to your music as well as all the awesome music you introduced me to. The Wiz concert. Ever After Estates. How you used to tell me you missed me 2 hours after I saw you. I miss our friendship, we had everything in common. You were becoming my best friend. But that wasn’t good enough for me. I wanted more. I wanted to know that I was the one you wanted. I wanted to be your girl.I wanted all the girls that flirted w you and tried chilling w you to know you were mine and only mine. Yes that title that changed everything. I hate that I was the one to ruin it when it was perfectly imperfect the way it was. Nothing was wrong. We were great. I miss that the most…
The end.