And I didn’t even know we were dating
She came to my crib at 7 AM, brought me coffee
And a bagel and asked me to sit down. So
I did.
And she’s talking about how we want different things in life and how me not wanting anymore kids is a problem for her and how she’s 27 and can’t waste anymore time with someone who’s goals and ambitions don’t match her own. She starts tearing and kisses me on the cheek and dips.
And my boy is laying on the couch “sleep”, gets up after she leaves and asks me why I didn’t tell him I had a shorty and I’m like because I never did
This shyt is so awkward and I’m fake angry because this bytch broke up with me, but not really because I thought we were just fukking. I can’t tell how to feel. A part of me wants to laugh at the miscommunication and a part of me is like man maybe I missed out on something
I thought we were just hangin and fukkin, I been hittin other girls too. What the fukk