#dontlove

Shadow Jimi: *stands silently looking at his broken heart, his many-eyed demon spirit quietly crying echoing*

Dating a DL was one of the hardest things in my life. Besides the fact that we had to sneak around because no one knew about him nor was he comfortable about it. Every time we hung out it was always first with his cousin until he leaves the house then alone time. Every time we was around his cousin and his friends I would have to hear him talk about women he was having sex with or talking too. After a point of time into that conversation with his friends I would get annoyed.Well more jealous because he would talk about these women like they were Halle berry types ( and I knew he wasn't pulling that because he was about a 6 not a 9 ). When we usually got alone the first half was arguing about what he was talking about and the next was sex. For someone who didn't know if he was gay or not the sex was poppin. He knew more moves then me. He claimed he watched porn and learned. It came to the point that all we did was have sex After a while I didn't feel secure in myself. I was doubting if I was good enough.If it was worth all the nonsense of sneaking around It was coming to a point where I felt god was trying to teach me a lesson and tell me I have to work for my soulmate but then I thought he would at least help a brother out and make him gay first. So I ended it ... thirty times to be exact before I got my shit together and didn't go back one day. Moral of the story is don't date DL That stand for Don't love , Don't lead , Downward life , Desperate living .. you get the point.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

They were just looking for an exit.