Here I am once again thinking…thinking about Mr Contentment!!!  Yeah he runs through my mind sometimes & I’m learning to live without him now. 

So I’m in the library tryna study and I’m thinking, you know, I used to love it when, he went out in the mornings to get croissants, juice and the paper, and I’d wake up to him opening the bedroom door.  Girl I even have flashbacks at this point of him kissing me as I’m waking from my slumber…now he’s staring at me again smiling when I wake up, I am still meant to be studying but I can’t help but think that I miss his five-day shadow.

I could’ve sooooo married that man and had those babies-I was Content…kissing him was amazing too, he was sooooo gentle.

Okay now, this reminiscent spin to my study rhythm is not productive at all, check me out dreaming wide awake, lying on my man’s chest & being enveloped in his strong arms.  I loved smelling him in my sheets & finding  strands of his long brown locs on my pillow or in the duvet. Ooooh chile, memories are a treasure!!!

Now me and God goin’ have ta discuss this ’cause I don’t understand why…Mr Contentment had everything on my list and he was so much more…why couldn’t I have been in love?