i dated a guy born on the exact same day as me (July 3rd) my first week in new orleans. we met bc he wanted to give me and my friends a ride home from bourbon st and showed me his id. we were born exactly a year a part.
4 years later he said he wanted to keep fucking me like when i first moved there & wasn't fucking nobody else, he was just trying to focus on his career + life.
i felt called to leave the city so i did.
the night before he helped me pack. & didn't let him smash bc at the time i was *technically* still in a relationship. i told him i was loyal. and if we stayed connected at least he could look forward to that in his partner. he told me how "hot" that was.
a month later his friend told me he got some woman pregnant, but astrotwin told me, "she always miscarries so..." and trailed off like he was hoping she wouldn't completely have the baby.
today i checked his fb - his son is beautiful.
it's always the children we doubt that grow up the strongest, smartest, most beautiful children.
his daddy aint shit but i know that bby got God on his side.