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"Girl, would you stop fucking crying?" Donte asked.
I'm crying. I have reasons. It's mainly because all I can think about is that ain't shit ass nigga, Sin.
Just a couple days ago, I wasn't thinking about him. Then I had a damn dream about him. I dreamt that we would be together and have a baby? Bitch! And then we would get married and stuff. And we would live happily ever after.
It's stupid, I know.
I'm still here in L.A because my dad had brain surgery. I don't feel comfortable leaving.
"Maybe I should call him."
"Don't do that."
"Donte, I miss him! I miss him so much."
"No, you don't. You're emotional right now you feel like you miss him. It's just temporary, Nai. Tomorrow, you're going to feel different...hopefully."
"It's not. I actually do miss him so much. I've been tryna convince myself that I don't miss him, but evyertime I close my eyes, all I see is his sexy, chocolate face. I miss him."
"Nai, please do not do anything stupid down there."
"Donte, I want him. I want him so bad," I said going to his contact.
I sent him a message that said "can we talk?"
I only live once.
♕♕♕
"Wassup," Sin said as I let him in my hotel room.
"Hey."
" 'Hey.' " he mocked me.
"Don't mock me."
"What we talking about? You miss me?" he asked jokingly.
"Or do you wanna cuss me out for something. Either way, I'll listen."
"Sin, you ain't shit. I promise you not."
"Thank you?"
I am so fucking...ugh.
Y'all gon be so mad at me. And I most definitely deserve it. I deserve to be cussed the hell out.
