Anonymous said: This is sort of odd, but I run the love story page on Instagram that follows you. I'm trying to collect love stories of young black couples. I know bits of your story, but can you give me a quick rundown? Thanks!
haha ohhh! hey!
we went to middle school together. i saw him in 6th grade and told my best friend that i thought he was the most beautiful ‘man’ in the world. in 7th grade, we had homeroom together and started crushing on each other. we started dating in january 2001, after i initially turned him down the week before (lol).
he was my first kiss, my first valentine, the first guy to grab my booty (lol), and my first heartbreak when i had to move to memphis at the end of 7th grade. i couldn’t talk to him because his parents were so strict but i would email my best friend letters to send to him.
over the years, we were able to stay in touch, and we dated other people, but still loved each other. in college, we tried to date each other during my junior year, but it was a big mess. like, of epic proportions and we didn’t talk for a year or so. then something else happened on his end with some girl and we didn’t talk for like 6 more months - it was madness.
around 2011, he hit me up again and i was lukewarm, at best. in 2012 when i went to visit my best friend back in south carolina, he took me out and we talked about everything that happened. that night we drove around and he tried to kiss me, but i had a boyfriend at the time so i declined…but badly wanted to. we talked before i left and talked about if i was ever single again then we should try to hook up. but i mean…that just sounded like some erykah badu “see you next lifetime” type of shit.
our relationship, while we loved each other, was really just friendship. he talked about his woes with women, i talked about my relationship issues. i’d joke and say that these hoes were renting but I was the one that bought him, lol, but i mean. no forward movement. no nothing.
until march. and after i stopped dating that preacher guy. i knew i wanted to see him and we were going to kick it hard and get a little BUSY now that i was finally single, lol, but….it just was the right time. the love we had finally matured, but most importantly, we had finally matured. and wanted to put in the work. it really surprised us both. i had NO idea that i would go home with the heart of the man that i always loved, but. it happened.
so, the two months since then have been hard, but incredible. we have our arguments like every couple, especially since we haven’t interacted on this level before, and he’s been single for so long and i’ve been used to these ratchet ass dudes, but it has been worth it. missing him is soul numbing, but the love between us is so effortless. so motivating. i’ve been lucky enough to have him in my heart for half of my life - the idea of having him for the rest of my life would be more than i could dream of.
i think that’s the short version of 13 years of foolishness, lol. that’s my hitta. my partner. my king. my homieloverfriend. i’m the best version of me because of him, even when i feel at my lowest. there are a lot of great love stories, but ours is my favorite.
thanks for asking!