How To Love ♡ (URBAN) (ON HOLD/STILL EDITING)

How To Love ♡

 (PLAY MM)

"Tell me that that pussy is mine.
Yeah.
Keep It 100 babe.
We both know
I'm not the only one.
When I'm there
You treat a nigga real good
And that's probably why I always come. Yeah.
So lie to me, lie to me, lie to me so sweet.
Cause I don't ever want to imagine
All the other niggas like me
Ever had a chance to get in you pants oh.

Tell me that that pussy is mine. Yeah
Tell me, tell me baby that's it all mine. Yeah.
Tell me that that pussy is mine. uuu.
Cause I don't want to believe
that anyone is just like me."

I sang to him softly as I held his hands. He let out a soft gentle smile, but deep down I knew he was in pain.

It hurt my heart looking at my baby. He had been battling cancer ever since I first had met him, which was 3 years ago. It hurt me to look at him knowing what has been going on with him and not being able to do anything about it.

Our relationship was never eaasy, whenever things were good, things ALWAYS changed to bad. We could be smiling, cuddlingg, watching a movie together and at that moment Vince would get up rushing towards the bathroom, throwing up blood. The fact that I couldnt help him, or possibly make things better hurt the most.

Today we were in the hospital, AGAIN. He was going through chemo and Ive been supporting him as much as I could. When I say I love this man, I LOVE HIM WITH ALL THATS IN ME.

He has been my rock, my support system. He's an awesome person.

But me? Im Kennedy. Im 19 tryna support myself through college full time while helping my man with his disease. Family? That really doesnt exist in my world. I ran away when I was 15 and Ive been in and out group homes until I was about 17. My mom obviously doesnt really care about me, but that's okay..Im a better person without her. My father? He's the big time "NBA LEGEND" Jamal Brooks, yea him and my mom just really gave up on me. I dont blame them though, I was out of control but whatever.. I dont need them. They claim they still "love" me though, they still invite me to family functions and sit but I just keep my distance. I have a little sister named Denise, who I loveee but it hurts when Im not able to see her as often as I wish to, but shit happens.

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Dr.Lewis walked in, carrying his clip board. He began flipping through his pages and he stopped and looked at us.

"So good news, Vince is doing well! He should be back to his old self in a month of hopefully less. He's going strong" He smiled, exposing his pearly whites.

I smiled as I gripped onto Vincent's palm tighter and kissed his cheek. Tear's of happiness rolled down my cheek as I looked up at him. He looked so weak. My baby looked so damn weak.

Dr.Lewis walked out the room peacefully as I got up and took a picture of Vince and I.

I love him man