Have you ever felt this way about someone? I don't know about yall, but I've got the Gladys blues right now. There is this one particular guy that I've had a crush on ever since I can remember. You see his dad and my dad grew up together; and since both of our father's are preachers as well as good friends, I've had the privilege of seeing him a few times a year. He's smart, sweet, has a good head on his shoulders, SAVED (thank you, Father!), talented, a momma's boy.. and must I say, very, very..... very attractive. Yet I don't think he even knew I existed until about three years ago. And even then, I don't think he's ever thought much about me. Well... there was this time..
I was turning seventeen that summer and we'd been texting on friendly terms that previous school tenure. He was a freshman in college and I was a junior in high school so I'd text him during my dull Pre-AP Algebra II class (so what I barely escape with a "C".. I graduated, didn't I?). Anyway, it was that summer that I was forced to go to summer school *hangs head in shame* and that summer right after midnight on the day of my seventeenth birthday this young man I'd been crushing on since toddler status called me and sung happy birthday to me. Now, I don't know if that meant anything or if he was just trying to show off his vocal ability... (no, honestly, part of me feels like he was just showing off). But regardless, that birthday memory has forever held a place in my heart. Like for real to this day nothing has been able to top that. *sighs deeply*
Back to reality, this boy has never given me any reason to believe he's thought of me more than the little bigheaded girl who shadowed her father every time he preached at their church. So of course, me being the little guy-shy coward I am... I've done nothing about my crush. Well, nothing more than the shameless flirting I try to squeeze in on every encounter (Hey! What do you expect?? My daddy is a NUPE and my daddy taught ya girl well. LOL)
Anywho (I swear, I get side tracked so much.. *smh*) as of.. who knows when? *rolls eyes* This knight in shining armor has been dating this young lady. And I won't tell a lie, I'm a tad bit disappointed. This guy (for the purposes of the rest of this entry we shall call Victor) and I have become "better friends." And I use this term because, although I would love to call us best friends, we're just not that close. Like my very best friend, Apple Juice (yeah.. that's definitely not his real name) is literally my best friend. "Victor" is just a really good friend, whose pretty much there if I need him. I sure hope you all understand me in separating the two... 'cause I'm definitely heading back to the premise of this thing. ANYWAY, I say I'm disappointed because I'm not jealous of the girl or their relationship. I'm genuinely happy to see him happy. He has so much love for her and if he's content, I'm ecstatic for him. But, I'm disappointed because I surely wouldn't hesitate if things were different and I was chosen for her role, ya feel me? But things are not always how you would like them to be, now are they?
But I tell you. If I ever, and I mean ever, get the opportunity.. best believe honey, I'm taking it like Jordan in the playoffs. Okay, maybe that was too ol' school. My bad.. But yall get what I mean. I see it like this, "Victor" is one heck of a catch. He's gorgeous dark chocolate, a soon-to-be college graduate, tall, SAVED (yall you got's to SHOUT on that), smart, a sweetheart, kind, considerate, and can sing like Chris Brown RIGHT before the Rihanna situation (now I know the boy sounds the same.. but yall KNOW it's so much harder to listen and love his music after he Ike'd RiRi). He's definitely something else. And I darn sure mean these words I'm about to say: KEEP HIM HONEY! And keep him happy... 'cause the moment you let 'em go. He'll be gone forever...
So ladies... shoot, even fellas, have yall ever had the Gladys blues? Share ya experiences.. How did you all deal? 'Cause I need a little assistance lol.
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