Watched the world from the sidelines, had nothing to prove, till you came into my life, gave me something to lose.

"I'll text you.." She said as they pulled away. "Yeah ight. You better." They walked inside the cafeteria together but went separate ways. Anija walked back up to where Kema and Kam were sitting with a goofy smile. "Look at her, happy as hell she got her nigga back.." Kam tapped Kema's knee so she could look up. Anija laughed as she sat back down next to them. "That's my boo forreal.." typical (not so typical) highschool love story 💖

After catching her boyfriend in the ultimate betrayal, Yomi leaves Chicago behind and starts over in Atlanta. New city, new apartment, same guarded heart. Between work, therapy, and rebuilding herself, love is the last thing on her mind. Then Pierre shows up patient, steady, and not intimidated by her walls. Yomi makes him work for every smile, every conversation, every inch closer. But some connections don't rush , they wait. Sometimes love doesn't force its way in it just asks, will you let me take you there?

She talk to much, She invade to much, And she's most of all to comfortable. He's mean, He's the plug And most of all I like him.

𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐱𝐛

𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘍𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥

𝐢𝐬 𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞ꨄ︎ .

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺.... 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦.... 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿.

Riani, feeling eyes on her Iooked over seeing Kiari staring at her. "Why are you staring." Riani chuckled playing in Kiaris hair. "You're just beautiful." He shrugs still not looking away. "Oh for real." She asked breaking out into a smile and he hummed in response. Riani stares back into Kiari's low redish eyes before smiling and pecking his lips. He grabbed her neck kissing her back, then backing away and running his tongue across his bottom lip as he stared at her some more. "I love you, Riani." He finally got it off his chest. Something that he has been waiting to tell her for the longest.

She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.