Monday, August 10, 2009

500 days of summer...

So it seems that when you find a situation that fits you, and is convient to your life. Something from the past always comes to slap you in the face. As of now im in a situation where im in a relationship, but i still go out and enjoy the "single life". Not sexually but my shawty doesnt party, so that gives me the oppurtunity to go out and just enjoy the new love club scene! So today i reconnect with.... "the best i ever had" i dont wanna get into details but jus say its "the best i ever had" for hours.... so me and shawty talked and bust it up and long story short we only was sex. This was years ago and i still rememer it, she told me that she would never do a relationship being she was in the industry, and a relationship is what i always go for. So we talk today on some catch up shit we laugh about the past and talk about the future and when talks come about the present shes seeing some1. Which made me think! Like hold on you didnt wanna date me? but your dating some other dude! She told me what bar she was going to in the heights with her dude, so it was only right i throw on the gucci by gucci and made an apperance. He was taller then me and slim old jordans on but she liked him. i dont know y it couldnt have been sexually. She just confessed to me as i did to her that the sex we had was the BEST. But i dont know what it was, may be it was the image if a tall basketball player walkin down the stret with her rather then a regular stocky nicca like me! maybe he had a degree or some thing else! it jus made me want to better myself, made me want to know what i didnt have that he had. Although my shawty is home sick in bed, im here thinkin about y another bitch didnt want me, or couldnt be in a relationship with me! what is wrong with my thinking. As of tomm im going to live in the present and forget about the past before im stuck in the past and the present leaves me hanging too..i . appreciate my situation and i dont want to fuck it up due to dwelling on some old p***y

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