Sure, I’ll miss him and shed a few tears, but I’ll still hit that block button with tears in my eyes. 😩 Because one thing's for sure: I refuse to let a man play me twice. Respect me or lose me. It’s that simple.

It doesn’t matter how fine he is, how smooth he talks, or how electric our connection feels. If you disrupt my peace? BYE.

Real love is messy, it’s tough, it’s choosing each other even when it’d be easier to give up. That’s the type of solid, ride-for-each-other love I’m aiming for. Nothing less. 📌💯

The kind where leaving ain’t even on the table. Where ‘I got you’ still stands even when we barely talking. We don’t run. We don’t ghost. We handle it. We pray through it, talk through it, heal through it, grow through it.

just to make the decision to cut you off. That kind of hurt is damn near grief you’re still alive, but you gotta be dead to me. And this ain’t just about relationships, this goes for family, friends, anybody. 📌💯

Cause for someone like me to walk away, that means you crossed a line so hard it left me sitting with no choice, questioning everything, praying, sitting in silence, losing sleep, losing appetite, losing myself…

The unwillingness of the current majority to set their racism aside and see what else project 2025 was about is destroying our country.

Moral of the story: don’t let anyone get comfortable mishandling your heart. The more chances you give, the less value they see in you. Choose peace over potential every time. 🖤

it means knowing when to walk away.

I learned that how someone treats you reflects how they feel about themselves, but what you allow teaches them how to treat you. When you keep forgiving the same disrespect, they start to believe you’ll never leave.