Dear diary, this man is fine. How does he know I like to be held like this?
Guy: Am i holding you to tight?
God knows I wanted to say yes back the hell up but it felt so good.
Dear Jesus please let this man let me go before I lose my mind. And he smells so good. Whats the catch? Please let his say something stupid like all men do at this time.
Guy: You know this feels like a fairy tale.
No he didn't that was the right thing to say.
Girl: What do you mean?
Guy: Just me holding you like this
I used to believe in fairytales but I dont anymore.
(From Diary of a Mad Black Woman)