Wednesday, January 5, 2011

I carry you in my spirit. I pray for you more than I pray for myself.

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)

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