Age:9 My Last bf in England...T.S. Sweet But a Cheetah😏


So T.S. was my last bf I would have in England and he would also be the last I would have for a while...

T.S. was another boy in my class, and just like the previous one he too was black. He was sweet, I used to love it when he'd just stand next to me and play gently with my hair and how he lightly stroked me on cheek, cute...

But all good things never last, they never do, and they never will....

I remember that day when I broke up with him like it was just yesterday...My friend A. came up to me one day and said that her bf was cheating on her with our other G....I was surprised to even find out that she even had a bf, she didn't even mention it, so I asked her who her bf was...And then she said it...T.S.😞 

I turned around to her and said that he was with me...The mf had played us 3. I was furious, but most of all disappointed...I remember storming out of the school and walking up to him in the playground and slapping him in the face, I didn't even f*cking care who was around, I just stood there shouting at him, I even made him cry for what he did😏...It was the first time I had ever made a boy cry...To tell the truth it felt good to finally get that past anger out of me. Call me cruel if you want, but I was done with other peoples bullsh*t by then...And I wouldn't be with any else for a while to come after that...

The next year I didn't expect what was to come...

Stay tuned guys because whats gonna come next is...: Age 10, Meeting J.W.-Visiting Greece Sep./Week Trip To Kingswood/Visiting Greece Dec.& Meeting H.K. for The First Time💗


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