indecisive • chris brown

prologue.

I met her in LA..

Met her in a club to be exact. She really stood out from everybody that was there. I don't know how but just when I walked in my eyes landed right on her. She was breathtaking, her eyes sparkled, and the outfit that she had on was sexy as hell. A mixture of sexy but classy. I could tell she wasn't there to fuck or get wasted, just there to have a good time.

Eventually her eyes made their way to me. I made ​my way over to her and just like that we clicked. We had major similarities, we laughed most of the night. Before I left, I popped the question and asked her if she wanted to go out on a date.

The day of the date, we hung out the entire time. It was like I was falling in love with this girl and I barely knew her. Everything she did amazed me. She basically had QUEEN written all over her face.

From that day forward we were by each other's side almost everyday.

I remember this one time I took her out on a little trip to the place I was performing that night. The way she moved her body to my music had me so far gone. She really made me want to love her and never let go of her.

As time passed, we finally got to the point where she let me hit. You know I was in that thang going in. Breaking backs, losing voices, and shit. Now after I done got done fucking with a girl, it was a: go to sleep or b: take my ass home. But with her it wasn't the case. After multiple times of fucking, I just wanted to lay there and cuddle with her.

The fact that we weren't together was crazy because she even let me meet her mother. Her father wasn't really in the picture that much. I gotten real close to her mother, she was a very understanding and cool lady.

We also had MULTIPLE baby scares. The way we fucked was woooh pussy was too vicious. I mean the first time we did it, of course I used a condom but after that she didn't​ like it. She wanted to, in her words: feel all of me. And you know me, my ass jumped all the way in her shit.

In my mind, she was mine. Nobody else's.

But then she just stopped​ coming around me. She stopped talking to me. She would lie to me and make up excuses. I didn't know what I did wrong but it was killing me.

After weeks of not talking to her, I went back to LA and I ended up seeing her again. With another guy. Not gonna lie, that hurt me so much. She made me feel like I was the only one. It seemed like it, we were together 25/8.

I was going to say something but I knew if I did I was going to explode and I didn't want her to see that side of me.

Al I know is that I'm not going to be used then get pushed to side like everything we did meant nothing. She's just going to have to pick, it's either me or him.