Everyone has a wish, and the wishes evolve as we grow old. You once wished to have a foreign lover – international kind of love but with time we grow to accept reality and realize that all you can wish for is an African built guy with abs, well chopped jaws with a voice that Samuel L Jackson can’t beat – whereas the male version of you wishes for a lady wish curves like Monalisa, lightskin, soothing vocals accompanied with soft, red lips. Look at us now, in the right relationships with the wrong people.
I was just wondering what an entrancing girl like her was doing in such a setting – she should have been on the runway sashaying that glam or somewhere pausing for some magazine photos.
I’m grateful you broke me cause from the ashes of our love, I found a greater love. I found myself. I found hope. As they say when you reach rock bottom there’s only one other way you can go. And that’s up.
She knew the right buttons to press. Her visits to my crib involved cooking together, listening to love songs, pillow fights, board games, watching movies, cuddling and explosive marathon of love making.