My name is Felix Jones; I'm married to my wife, Kim Jones. We are happy to our friends & coworkers; but behind closed doors, I fell in love with someone I don't even know, loving her in the wrong place. Been lying to my wife for the last 6 months about my late nights. R.J. lets just say " he more than a friend " my weekend lover brought a side out of me never thought I had.
As i sit back in the distance Holly from work is a dime piece. One night with her will be my shooting star wish. But I'm old school sex isn't everything to me looking for love. Someone I can bring home to my parent's, cook, travel, and buy things that would make her happy. Who am I kidding she would never date a guy like me named Earl Jacobs.
Look at that man Felix tall, muscular , and fine. I know his punk ass wife is not handling that some days with his sad face on. I care for you baby just give me that chance otherwise my name would be Lacey.
I want start off by saying how many of us are happy in our relationships? Are we really living for us or others? Policies, Age, Religions, Family Sometimes stops us from finding true love. Why? Well ask your mate do you like me or my image. Or how many of us bring the past into the present our ex's has nothing to do with our current mates. Don't rush allow time to show people colors. Truth always comes out A lot of us carry hate in our heart having revenge in our mind. Everybody has a story to tell, some are afraid or die slowly through bullshit family, friend, or partner relationships. The graveyard screams people's emotions that forms the smoke we are unable to walk through. The tombstones marks there journey begin & end but never explained the middle events that made them.
