I find it quite flattering indeed when my friends say “Omg, you like a black guy?!”
Yeah, I like you. I don’t care if you’re black, because obviously, that’s a plus for me, ya’know? ;)
It’s almost been four months since I’ve met you. We’re on and off with our emotions and relationship. At this point, we’re doing fairly well. I like where we’re heading and at this rate, we’re doing good. I don’t care what others say about you, me, or us anymore. My family practically loves you. You’re accepted into the family and you, along with everyone else, knows that. Remember my mom said that you were her “4th son” lol.
We’ve been through a lot during these past months and I can honestly say, you’re an amazing guy. You’re a heartless dick at times but it’s not like you set out to be one. We both make mistakes and I learned a lot being with you. You opened my eyes to a lot of things I was unsure of and made things a tad bit easy for me.
Our road has been extremely bumpy but I don’t mind, as long as I’m with you. Things get pretty rough between us but we still manage to get through it.
I like seeing you from time to time. We don’t see each other everyday nor do we see each other every other day. I’m lucky if I even get to see you once a week! Our days together are pretty chill and I always look forward to hanging out with you. You’ve slept over a couple of times and I’m pretty shocked that you even did, lol.
You’re witty, cute, and open-minded. I developed a crush on you the first I met you. From then, we talked and worked towards where we’re at now. You’re a pretty decent guy. Me gusta :3
Thanks for being there.
Thanks for being my best friend.
Thanks for making me who I am today.
“I kissed a nigga and I liked it!”
Ahaha, don’t hurt me when you see this post.
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