Si nce writing my last blog where I said I’d talk about Corey in-depth, I've thought of nothing else. So, as promised, I plan to talk about Corey in this blog. And I’m gonna be real, raw and uncut, so expect a myriad of emotions to come through. Corey, I like him. Well, actually, more than like, but that’s all I’m gonna own up to. Like, he could’ve been hubby buh. And that’s big. Everyone I talked to about him (Wendy, Veronica and Ricardo, to be exact) all said they’d never heard me talk that way before. Not even with Fabrice. And I’ll give it to them, they were right. I was feeling Corey like nobody’s business. Aside from the issues with him being my brother’s friend, us being 1000 miles apart and of course him still living the college life, I was in a position to try and make it work. Was. Now, when I’m down for you, I will ride or die til the end. I’m just like that, all or nothing. And Corey had me there. On the low, I told Wendy I’d move to NY if we really got serious and want...
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