You love your boyfriend, Derrell, with all your heart. You love everything about him. You love how romantic he his. His muscles. How passionate he is about tattooing. His family. The way he looks. Everything.

But goddamn does he piss you off. Coming to your apartment and eating up all your food. I mean you’re aware he has to eat a lot. He’s 6’3”, 220 lbs, and works out a lot. He’s a goddamn unit. He’s gotta fill belly. But damn does he have to eat everything that’s in your fridge?

Thats what he’s currently doing. In your fridge, making himself a plate of whatever you got in there.