Where did they create you?
If I could I would duplicate you.
You’re like something not of this world, the dream man of every little girl
Your style, swag, class, and just the right amount of bad ass.
I often wonder what did I do to earn you?
I loved you before I fully learned you.
And like India said, even the things I don’t like I’m cool with because all of that other drama and bull you don’t make me fool with.
Sometimes I feel guilty when sharing stories with other women, but at the same time eager to tell about the blessing I’ve been given.
Why can’t every woman experience only this? This love isn’t ignorance, it is pure