This eczema on the left side of my neck is starting to puss, gross.
Lately, a question has been posed in front of me and I keep coming back to it.
"Grace, why are you single?"
A few people have asked me. Surprisingly, men. I don't know if they ask out of curiosity, interest, or pure intrigue. But, I ask myself the same question. I know that I'm a good catch. But as far as why I'm single, I'm unsure.
I'd like to think I'm waiting on God.
The true lines in Jerry Maguire:
J: You complete me.
D: Shut up, shut up. You had me at hello...but lost me at "you complete me".