This song is so HOT! Diddy & Keyshia Cole really did there thing! Since me and Sean have the same name (different spellings) I found it fitting to create myself like his latest album cover, Press Play.
Tight? I know!
DESPERATION... That feeling of security. Gone.
PAIN. HEARTACHE. It's as if your world is coming to and end...
Haven't we all been there before?
What do you do when you have to let go?
I know I have had my fair share of broken hearts, and remember each memory of the last night I was with them. As much as I would love the tell the story of each one, I rather not relive or retell all of them. I do want to tell this one story.
His name was Kevin. Oh Kevin...
He was tall, dark, & handsome. Don't we all love that! He lived in New York, and worked near Wallstreet. I met him at a house party. We hit it off right away. He told me, "Can I be your date for tonight?" I was like, sure... and held me all night, while we danced, as we played games, he even held me tighter so I wouldn't leave. He was so hot! He had an amazing smile, toned body, and a 11 inch dick! Very Funny, mild mannered, and educated. A true gentlemen.
But of course, there was no such thing as a perfect Gentlemen.
He had just moved into an apartment with his roomate, and he didn't have a cell phone or a house phone. The only way to communicate with him was through a pay phone. Even then, I could only talk to him for 10 minutes, or for how long his phone card would last. Man... that was a lot of waiting by the phone. But I loved him, and I did talk to him every night.
We did spend New Years together. We spent a night I will never forget.
That wouldn't be the only night I wouldn't I would forget. We had been dating for 3 months, and on this night, he called me. Much like everytime, I was happy to hear his deep & mellow voice. As we talked, I asked him if I could see him that weekend. He told me that we needed to talk. He explained to me that his roomate was not his roomate at all, but his ex! They got the apartment together, but had broken up and was free to date other people. While he did love me, his ex said that he wanted to try to make them work, if not he was moving to another state forever.
Kevin wanted to try it one more time...
and break my heart for the first.
I bursted in tears as if I had no control over it. How could he do this to me? I have been nothing but good to him, and he leaves me for him? That weekend we met at the World Trade Center, which was close to his Job. We sat there, as I looked into his eyes, and started to cry again. He held me as people in the lobby looked on. I didn't care. I was heartbroken. He told me he still loved me, kissed me one last time, and went on his way.
A couple of months later, the Twin Towers came crumbling down.
To this day, my spirit believes that he died on 9/11 since he worked so close.
I never heard from again.
The night he broke my heart, was the Last Night I ever saw him.
// ShawnQt //