The Goal is Love!

Weird to me

Over a month ago When I got back from ATL I was in love and ready to plan  my next trip before I got on the plane. I was literally on cloud nine. I was head over hills for this man. This trip confirmed he was the man for me. I was confused trying to figure out what went wrong? When I got back everything was good. We continued to talk on the phone and FaceTime then All of a sudden things switched up! ATL bae wasn't giving me what he was giving me for the last couple of months he's been in my life. I finally asked him about it because a bitch started feeling neglected and it started fucking with my head. I had all type of shit running through my head. Maybe he didn't like me, maybe he was lying , maybe he's in a relationship with another woman or shit a man at that. I didn't know what the fuck to think coming from Atlanta. Don't act Like y'all haven't heard the rumors. I didn't know what was going on and why he was acting weird to me. The calls eventually stopped. He didn't answer my calls either. I ended up sending him a wellness check. He responded. After that, I only received a good morning text Monday-Friday. He was Silent the whole weekend. I felt fucked up! Here I am sad and low key depressed about the first nigga I decided to let in. Ain't that a bitch! I needed answers and I needed them now. I asked him "wassup, what's changed"? He said he was going through some things and his energy was off and it was messing with him. He wasn't feeling like himself that's why the calls stopped. He assured that his feelings for me hasn't changed at all and he still loved me. He needed time to seek help and get himself together. I was understanding per usual, but I didn't believe that shit. How the fuck you're only triggered on the weekends. I didn't know if I should Thank God for stepping in before I got in too deep or be mad at how this nigga had me in my feelings and feeling some type of way. I was sad as fuck and angry at myself for  being gullible over a mother fucker I didn't know. Months went by and still the same thing. No change. He never came back around to the man I was obsessed with and wanted to marry so I finally let that shit go! Yes ATL bae still had a place in my heart but I refuse to be played and threw on the back burner. What about me? What about my Feelings? Why do I have To take the short end of the fucking stick? I was starting to believe I was only made to be a booty call. 16 years ago when me and my first love split he told me "No one will ever love you like I love you". Maybe he was telling the truth because No one has. I stopped responding and did what I did best...focused my attention on someone else. Back to the streets I fucking go. Fuck ATL bae!