She was inside this door. Flesh. Naked. I stared for it for a ninth time as it went down on the tray on my hands. After our sultry night, I wasn’t able to sleep. I memorized my speech, prepared meals even if I’m really not good at cooking. I know it will taste good because I follow what Ms. Arroyo texted me. But why I lost for words and confidence? Damn, Paulite, where were your balls?
The door cracked open and I saw her. I told myself to don’t look down on her sketchy n*****s but I am just a man. “Good morning.” I moved forward and she gave me away.
Where she intends to go?
I walked straight on the balcony and told her my generosity. Good thing she responds and chose to take a bath first. I sat down on the floor and glared on my dirty skateboard, thinking compare last night a
