I wish you knew how much i missed you. How much i wish i knew where u were. I went back to the house 3 times. Trying to find you.... find the baby with my name. I hope you are ok. I hope that beautiful little girl is ok. my God daughter. How am i supposed to be there for her if i can't find her? You are such a sister to me. Theres not other set of girls who have been through what you and i have been through together. And i know i can't say anything that will help you get over the loss of you mom... and your first born Talasia.... and i know that that 4 months was probably the hardest time of your life. I KNOW THAT.. trust me. If anyone understands that type of thing. and gets sick of people telling you that it was in Gods plans. Its me! . So i won't say that. i just want to see you, hang with you and take care of the little girl with my name... my Goddaughter. The only GodDaughter i have. my namesake. I love her and i love you...stop avoiding me.
On Today.. April 27th, i wish you a happy 20th birthday. I love you! maybe we will see each other soon.
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I was on the bus today. taking my daily trip to the Columbia Public Library...
anyway...
it was the most crowded the bus has ever been.. that i have seen.
the bus makes a stop, and the doors open and the most handsome gent steps onto the bus, pays his 50 cent and walks down the isle. I can see his face that he is.... torn.... confused if you will. There are two seats left on the bus.. one next to yours truely and the other, next to the crazy old lady who talks outloud to herself. Maybe he wanted to leave the lady be, because he sat his beautiful self next to me.
"Lovely day for a bus ride, wouldn't you say?" he says to me.
I wasn't really too sure as to what i should have said but i nodded with a smile.
He smiled back.
We began rambling on and on about him going to mu... and my acceptance into Stephens. "Congrats" he says. Again i smile. he smiles back.
Just as the mystery man was about to give me his name and i was to give him mine.. the most adorable old lady is trying to make it on the bus; the bastard bus driver never left his seat to lend a hand. but it turns out that the mystery handsome gent was not only charming, but quite studious!.. he jumped up and helped her on the bus and gave up his seat so that she may ride the bus. he stood, holding onto the rail, reavealing a tattoo that i couldn't quite make out.. but couldn't take my eye off of. not to mention he had a nice arm to have it on.
Oh no, he pulls the "bell" his stop is coming. do i say something? or do i ask about his name? no...no i don't..
The bus stops.. he stands right in front of me... and sticks his hand out..
I shake it and smile... he smiles back.
As he makes his way to the front of the bus and down the stairs.... he takes one last glance my way b4 taking his final step down.
the doors closed.
I look to the sidewalk to see maybe ... which way he was going.. maybe the way he came from..
What do i see?
The Mystery Handsome Gent is standing there. on the sidewalk waving and smiling. he yells.. "GOODBYE PRETTY GIRL!!!" and the bus pulls off.
I am still smiling to myself when the little old lady he helped says to me.... "that one you just let go...he was a keeper!" lol.
*sighs. i haven't had goosebumps in a long time, but that kid.. boy did he give me goosebumps.
On Today.. April 27th, i wish you a happy 20th birthday. I love you! maybe we will see each other soon.
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I was on the bus today. taking my daily trip to the Columbia Public Library...
anyway...
it was the most crowded the bus has ever been.. that i have seen.
the bus makes a stop, and the doors open and the most handsome gent steps onto the bus, pays his 50 cent and walks down the isle. I can see his face that he is.... torn.... confused if you will. There are two seats left on the bus.. one next to yours truely and the other, next to the crazy old lady who talks outloud to herself. Maybe he wanted to leave the lady be, because he sat his beautiful self next to me.
"Lovely day for a bus ride, wouldn't you say?" he says to me.
I wasn't really too sure as to what i should have said but i nodded with a smile.
He smiled back.
We began rambling on and on about him going to mu... and my acceptance into Stephens. "Congrats" he says. Again i smile. he smiles back.
Just as the mystery man was about to give me his name and i was to give him mine.. the most adorable old lady is trying to make it on the bus; the bastard bus driver never left his seat to lend a hand. but it turns out that the mystery handsome gent was not only charming, but quite studious!.. he jumped up and helped her on the bus and gave up his seat so that she may ride the bus. he stood, holding onto the rail, reavealing a tattoo that i couldn't quite make out.. but couldn't take my eye off of. not to mention he had a nice arm to have it on.
Oh no, he pulls the "bell" his stop is coming. do i say something? or do i ask about his name? no...no i don't..
The bus stops.. he stands right in front of me... and sticks his hand out..
I shake it and smile... he smiles back.
As he makes his way to the front of the bus and down the stairs.... he takes one last glance my way b4 taking his final step down.
the doors closed.
I look to the sidewalk to see maybe ... which way he was going.. maybe the way he came from..
What do i see?
The Mystery Handsome Gent is standing there. on the sidewalk waving and smiling. he yells.. "GOODBYE PRETTY GIRL!!!" and the bus pulls off.
I am still smiling to myself when the little old lady he helped says to me.... "that one you just let go...he was a keeper!" lol.
*sighs. i haven't had goosebumps in a long time, but that kid.. boy did he give me goosebumps.
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the guy said they open at 9, but he doesn't know what time the actual show is starting. so, i'm gonna try to be there at 9. i am almost never ready in time, so we'll see how that goes.