As you sit back crying and weeping each day you notice the days and weeks are going by. When you look up ,two months have gone past that you were spending time thinking about him and her and how he played you . You try to move on from it but it’s not easy so ya homegirls invite you out for the night. You go out and notice that it’s some looks in the club and you take your pick. After a couple drinks and a good time you leave the club with a couple numbers and options to play around with. You go home and it those lonely feelings come back so you make a choice to stop thinking bout the bullshit. You notice how much time has past and you pull out ya phone and text that nigga u met at the club, the tall Chocalate one. ❤️❤️❤️