I remember the first time I laid my eyes on you lady. When something about you immediately drove me crazy. It made me envision the future,marriage and so much more. It gave me a plan and I knew I had to get to know you but shit happens and you can’t predict the future on day one.
I ended up having you and when I finally had you ,I was already on my way down falling in love. I treated you right, stayed loyal, I had already made my move. I prayed for you and exhausted all my wishes for you. I thought we’d last cause somehow we had managed to conquer 90 days.
Like any other story we reached our climax. We came to a point where all was fading and you started cursing at me. I had to stick around cause I’m not the type to love you and leave you but the more I tried the more we seemed to cave into hopelessness.
We …No! Actually I was the one who tried to ressurect us and I’d like some credit and a round of applause for my courage and struggle. But all was lost and we had no choice but to fall into day last.
I hope you’re happy babe! I can’t even bring myself to call you a bitch. I ain’t go lie and say I don’t dream and cry about you cause I still do and if you came back I’d still take you back and call you my baby. Call me an idiot but thats what true love does to folks.