I wish I could go back in time and change what I did. I know my actions seemed wrong but the reasoning behind it was completely rational, but that doesn’t make it right. I just wanna call you, text you, scream to the world I’m sorry and that it will never happen again. That I miss you and whatever went wrong was not worth loosing you. Missing you sucks, I just want us back. So until than I’ll keep praying and praying and praying and I won’t give up because you don’t give up on the things you love …
Venting
I want a relationship that will challenge me intellectually. Someone I can reaally talk to about black feminism, poetry, international politics, traveling, biggest fears, being awkward as shit; things that we both care about. These dalliances based solely on physical attraction are just not gonna cut it anymore. If you can’t stimulate me intellectually, you’re getting nothing from me physically. Point. Blank. Period.
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