"Worthy of More," or "Ni**as Ain't Shit" - Its a Working Title
This piece was written on June 22, 2020 about a fuckboy who I caught feelings for during the beginning of the pandemic. I am not an option. I am not an option. I am not an option. I need to make myself understand this and remember it. This blog post is reflective of the disappointment I feel at the moment, but more importantly, it is reflective of the fact that I will be okay. I’m a dope-ass-person! And I deserved more than the way I was regarded during this entire period of COVID-19. For months I watched someone who I cared about, start to see me as an option. In the beginning, I got a taste of what it was like to be one of his priorities. The quality time was dope and highly enjoyable. I saw him often. Homeboy was cute and really affectionate. But then Corona hit. And less quality time was had. He would say it would be different “when things go back to normal…” At that point, no one knew it would be a three-month quarantine stretch, and counting. I missed him a lot, but I was ho...