~Wrote Him A Goodbye Letter Today. With Conviction In Every Stroke. Lick The Envelope And Sent It Away. Yeah Yeah. Want To Do It The Old Fashioned Way. Didn't Want No Text Or Tweetin'. Wanted Him To Feel Every Word I Say.....
~Special Delivery-Bridget Kelly
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Symonne POV
I Left The Studio And Went Back To My Apartment. Today Was A Chill Day. I Just Needed To Relax. Music Did That For Me. I Walked In And Locked My Door Behind Me. Once I Cut The Light On, I Almost Died.
Symonne: What The Fvck Is You Doing Here? How Did You Even Get In.
Michael: I Have My Ways.... Um I Came To Finish The Discussion We Had at Your Graduation Party.
What The Hell?! He Better Find His Way Home. I Went And Sat My Purse On The Couch And Went To Change. I Came Back Down With a Black Pyramid Tank And Some Black Yoga Pants. When I Came Back Down, He Was Still There On The Couch Watching Love And Hip Hop Atl. Nigga Just Laughing His Ass Off.
Symonne: Umm Nigga....
Michael: Wassup?
Symonne: You. Just Popping Tha Fvck Up In My Apartment. You Can Let Yourself Out. I'm Sure Yo Baby Momma Looking For You.
