No one had ever looked at me, into my eyes, to actually see me. ![]() He looked at me and into my eyes, deeply. I remember the moment I fell in love too. Good ole’ W-12 to Federal Center Southwest. I think he met me at Federal Center, or something like that, and then we went back to my house on the bus. We connected like 2 days later or the next day one of em. I mean, he came back for my number, right? I stood in the phone booth acting like I was making a call while I waited for him to see her off. He had twists in his hair before twists was hot for real. ![]() I thought I looked crazy eye fucking him while he was on a date with a girl that looked like the joint from “In The House” with LL. I was surprised that he came back for my number. I mean, it was mirky and brazen from the start, but the love was pure. I remember telling my first love that if I would have go to hell for loving him I would take my chances with hell because I knew that needed to feel this and it was pure. He was the first person that I knew loved me for exactly who I was at that time. ![]() There have been several triumphs so far, though only after crushing defeats and devastating loss. But it damn sure ain’t been no crystal stair. I wasn’t just walking through life getting called faggot and getting beat up and beat on all the time (though that shit did happen).
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