this story is fiction.

today we kissed. so what, i’ve kissed hella women. i kissed that random white girl outside of the gig that one time. i’m not saying i’ll kiss anyone but i’m saying kissing in this context doesn’t mean much but i feel as if... we made out like teenagers. the adolescent tongue fight lasted for not long enough. i want more but i’m content. i know you feel me.

i should talk it over with the homies.

homies.

what’s good with you and shorty? you still fuck with ha?”

me.

i mean we cool. we just friends.

just friends, i know we’re just friends but we kissed. i know you felt, something. maybe it’s me that feels something. roll up. yeah i feel something. this backwood stale but its decent. you decent. you so decent. your skin is fine like skin of an african queen bathing in her private quarters after a boring night of red wine and laughing at another nigga’s corny jokes. i’m zooted. your peach was cultivated in chicago not atlanta. but that can’t be it.

your beauty (ain’t) the reason i’m tweakin’, it can’t be. nah. but i remember the first time i saw you. roll another one. it was like in "bronx tale" when colagero first saw jane. "i only have eyes for youuuuu." life was moving in slow motion. my world was small then but i already knew there wasn’t a woman on the planet like you. i felt it then and i feel it now. i haven’t been to every country in every continent but i know. i know that you're one of a kind but so am i, so am i. so am. so. s.

i moonwalked across the chicago river to the uber that i fetched for you, for us. fireworks blast at navy pier as we ride on the michigan avenue bridge. tonight feels special and damn i'm happy to be here with you. when you look in my in my eyes you know that i’m different. i’ve been crafted by God just for you. my touch is different than his. my touch is different than his.

now i’m on the beach with white linen, og mode, with my toes out enjoying the water wash over my feet. i’m thirsty but not for the sangria in my canteen. the water at the crib and i don’t wanna walk. that night is long gone and i hate beaches.

i’m up.

remember the time? remember that time i came through on the sneak. i didn’t even expect me to be there. your eyes lit up like navy pier when you saw me. that look on your face, i could save it forever. not alzheimer’s or old timers. my memory is long and so is..i could never forget. i always feed off your energy.

i wish i could tell you about my dreams. you're even a star there and i wouldn't want it any other way. roll up. i'm trippin. i always remember you in my dreams but it’s the details; what you wear but i see that face, and that smile. i ‘wanna’ remember all the details of the (dream) world that i built for you, for us. inception. that's my ego talking.

i brought you flowers and it wasn’t your birthday. somehow all of your friends are here. i must've invited them because i knew that would make you happy. i don't know where we are so let's say i built this place just for us. you hate surprises but this time you loved it. i smile hard because i'm unafraid. i want them to see us too. i’ve been working on this magic trick, i must have, because i pulled a diamond from behind my back. “no,” she said. “you can’t own me.” “i love you.” i said. you believe me.

i’m up.

your’re right, i can’t.

dream girl, the love i have for you is my burden to carry, not yours. in this world i still love you and i know you love me, so whatever zone this is, its ok. the seats aren't comfy and the walls could use new paint but its "iight." in my dreams i’ll show you the ways that i love you but here, here, i can only be your friend. your friend is what i’ll be because that’s what you need me to be, but more importantly, that's what you want me to be. just friends.