Last night, as I reached for the door handle to exit my friend’s vehicle, I couldn’t help but notice her doubtful glance. While she had run out of hope for love, I was standing there a hopeless romantic, even in the midst of a dating situation that had took a turn for the absolute worse. “I refuse to be a sh*tty person. God has blessed me too much over…
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