Falling in love is such a beautiful thing…believe me, been there done that. But a broken heart is the most unexpected, hurtful feeling in the world…believe me, been there done that too. Everybody wants to be loved and if they say anything different, they haven’t experienced true love…yet. My relationships are something that I normally keep to myself but this time around I decided to share this experience with the entire world…
Late night conversations…early morning wake up calls, we did it all…I gave you my all.
We fussed and fight, but at the end of the day we made things alright.
We told each other our deepest secrets because we didn’t have nothing to hide…I always felt safe with you right here by my side.
We did things that we both would enjoy, we even talked about having kids…we both wanted a boy.
I would say “he would have to be a junior”… you would just smile and say I wish I would have met you sooner.
You would be up all might making beats and raps; I was always the tired one… I had to take my naps.
We didn’t have much but we didn’t let that get in the way; when I visited you…you never wanted me to leave, you always ask for me to stay.
I never asked you for anything…maybe for just a little support; we talked about traveling the world going to different countries…all we needed was two passport.
Whenever it came to sports…that’s pretty much the only time we was against one another; I still remember the day that you and I met each other mothers.
We been through a lot these past 2 and a half years; you were the only guy that I ever been with who liked to drink beers.
Don’t get me wrong you and I were both very selfish; I remember calling you late at night telling to turn to MTV so we both can watch Catfish.
Those are all just memories now that are left in the past; don’t get me wrong it was all good and I really it enjoyed it while it last.
This chapter has ended… matter fact this book has closed; would we ever talk again?? Who knows…
Here’s a throwback Beyonce “Me Myself and I” that I felt goes perfect with this: