He said, “A right or left turn here or there and we could very well have been laid up in the same bed to this day.” I thought, “Well doesn’t that mean a bucket of nothing now…doesn’t it?”
At one time he had me wide open. My heart, my mind, my dedication, my lust for life and especially my body…were all for his taking. I had a thing for you…the way you touched me…the way you held me…I’m woke!
I didn’t say what I was thinking. I’ve always been of the philosophy that what men want they go after. When something is almost good enough they never want to close doors. They make open-ended statements that keep those doors ajar, just in case.
I’ll always be your friend…but I’m too fly for the bullshit…coulda, woulda, shoulda…
