When we first met, his appearance was one to kill for, I was literally drooling when he asked my name, and I called my number like the customer care of the service provider.
Tall and charming was he, dark and lovely, and not too muscular, but then I thought, what sweep me off was his baritone voice. It kept playing in my mind the night through, giving me a background song for a sweet night rest.
I said yes, before he asked me to be his girlfriend, who wouldn't? Who has trying to play hard to get help? I won't let my plate of turkey pass me by because of a norm that needs demolishing.
That became the problem, I shouldn't have, his kind is to be kept at miles end, this to kill for dude battles inferiority, he takes it out on folks around him, and me his girlfriend? The first beneficiary. He asked me to delete my social media account, and reduce socialization, he hardly say two sentences without threat, and oh when his fist that was supposed to stroke my hair and caress my nether landed on my face, I realized my heart is true, the drool over guy of mine is nothing but a box of rotten tomatoes.
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