”This is how I feel, I got your love attached to me And you know I truly love you, it was never about no pussy And you told me that them niggas ain't for me, they just want my money And I like the way you is, you ain't tryna kick it with my buddies And I got a habit and I like that you don't judge me And it's so fucked up that I'm glad to be a junkie To fall in love, I say I been afraid”

it all started in 5th grade you liked J’adore he is just perfect in your eyes despite all the trouble and referrals he’d get you tried over and over to at least be his friend but every time it was a dead end

3 years later in middle school 8th grade not much has changed about you except J’adore he’s been hanging out with the wrong people but all teens do at some point besides the point you actually got contact from him waves, heys and if your lucky maybe a conversation the thing is he’s been running through females like crazy, getting high, and semi bad grades

junior year comes along both you and him 16 years old and you’ve came a long way getting to J’adore walking to class with him, conversations, his number he even noticed your braces

J'adore stood outside of your window throwing rocks at it you opened it and seen him holding a money rose bouquet, a bear and a bag of weed making you chuckle, Ghetto love over none