(y)our obsession: ME.

Two years ago today, I wrote a magnificent rebuttal to a love letter that, to this day, has never caressed that thang that does what it is made to do as opposed to feel.... The Glory.

You read it yet? You absolutely got to!

Done now? Okay.

Man! Y'all owe me a hug. & a drink. For really real. That letter, still, is such a goddamn joke. Remember fellas, it doesn't matter how extensive your vocabulary is. Doesn't matter how much you feel for your girl. Doesn't matter how many ways you can tell "the love of" your life that "this time" is going to be different, if you just don't know who the hell you are, for one. Are incredibly weak in the presence of an empowering woman beside you, for two. & have yet to even have the slightest idea on how to get your actions to match the words that have grown to mean nothing as each day goes by, ding! three. Just. doesn't. matter.

& another thing. If you're going to let folks that you consider friends know what's going on in your relationship, you better be completely honest & let them know the part you had in making her move on happily & stronger than ever without you.

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