"Meeting Him" |
Cousin: So what's his last name? *she tells me* Me: Ummm... yeah. Why? Cousin: I looked him up. I wanted to meet him. He's a white boy alright! lol Me: Yes ma'am... and a gorgeous one too. His hair is growing back and i love it. Cousin: Good. I think longer hair suits him. Me: I'll have to tell him that next time i speak to him. Cousin: You haven't spoken to him? Me: Nope.
It surprised me that she wanted to see what he looked like. I think the only time i showed her an actual picture of him was way back in 2006 and after that, she never asked or wanted to know whom i was interested in. Conversations about me don't last long because she shifts them back to things about her and i let her. I don't mind her spilling her guts off about something else. I would much rather just keep most of it to myself. I kinda love the idea that i can keep something to myself and not have to share it with [people i know] even though there is also that little voice inside that someday wants to yell to everyone i know that i love him. |
posted on 2013-03-05 @ 12:55 p.m. |
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