Then he's earnest again. "If I was that much in love, would I be really fucking around on 'em? Would I?" His face is toward the ceiling. "If you're in love, you're happy. If you're out there fucking the world, is that really your main girl? When you in love, you don't think about no one else. All you think about is this one motherfucker."
Now he leans forward, light brown eyes unblinking, intent on being understood. "So if somebody came by all fly, big ass, tight dress-see her pussy print-beautiful eyes and all that shit, you wouldn't even see that bitch. All you'd be thinking about is your girl at home." Deep breath. "So then I ask myself, Have I really loved?"
Mad melodrama. DeVante Swing's bony shoulders go up in a big shrug.
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Jodeci VIBE Magazine (1995)
Non-FictionWARNING : EXPLICIT LANGUAGE All credit goes to VIBE Magazine. ""Silk? Shai? UNV?" DeVante chuckles. "Put that in there. That I laughed. They're just jokes. There are only two powers: us and Boyz II Men."
