I refuse to ever show any feelings.
When I think of happy, I think of California. And the beach. And the air. I miss it everyday.
Be back soon
I notice
I notice that you follow me around at the gym. And I notice when you walk faster to walk next to me when I go to geometry. And I notice that when I look straight into your eyes, you smile so hard at the ground. And I notice that you always bat your long eyelashes at me so I can scratch your back. And I hate it. Don’t know why I give into it. But it’s okay. But I notice everything you do. But it’s okay.
I hope
my brothers never accidentally get a girl pregnant. I hope they learn to love women, respect women, and protect women. I hope they provide. And I hope they build a foundation. I hope that they grow up to be gentlemen. Never hurt their women, or cheat, or abandon their women. I hope that they take pride in their women. I hope that they search for women. Real women. Not girls, not hoes, not bitches. Women. I hope that they never fall into temptations or schemes or tricks. I hope that they find that one gem. That one diamond. I hope that they touch their women with gentle hands and kiss them warmly. One day, I wish to reunite with all of them and their women, and smile. I hope that they never treat their women the way I’ve been treated. I hope.
