Men Lie, Women Lie, but the truth don't lie.

How does it feel when you've invested your heart into something you thought would have potential, reveals its ugly truth?

He would kiss you and his lips would say I want a future with you. He would hug you and his arms would feel like he would never let go. When you laid down with him, that night would transcend into the morning when your body felt like it was only for him. Then it hits you when you're making 90% of the calls and texts go unanswered for days, with the excuse, "oh I've been busy" is your only resolve. Yet, you press on because he reminds you that one day soon he will take you to the top with him, but these are just words... The time you spend becomes routine... an indentation in his to do list....

Who's that girl, falls from your lips...just a homegirl, ain't nobody, ain't shit...flashes you a smile and caresses your hips, sex and a movie checked off his list. You keep giving and giving going above and beyond for his birthday you get him more than a card...you remember the little things he likes, that you love, and all you get in return is a thankyou and a thats's what's up.

He always told you actions spoke louder than words...days went by when his actions went unheard. Not even a simple act of kindness he barely bothered to show...as long as he gave the bare minimum of loyalty he had done enough. You grew tired and weary but keep hope on a tight leash...thinking one day the bitch would bark right up your tree, so that the love you had given and invested your time in, would return with a man that now chose to be more than friends.

Almost a year has gone by and you've settled for this basic love, ignoring the truth and praying for more. Your prayer is answered when a woman on the same quest, sends you a message asking "well how do YOU know him", your heart pounds as you begin to realize the truth, because to her you were homegirl, the nobody, the ain't shit truth.

These are the type of memories our minds have to keep, the type of pains that quicken our heart beat, the type of stories we later confess, when another man wonders why you seem to love him less. Love is a risky investment to make but at the end of the day its the only worthy risk we have to take.

-as told to beanz