I Love You I Love You I Love You

I wish I could’ve asked him for his phone number, but I was too shy...now I don’t know where he is and how to get to him. It hurts me.


I was looking at this Black guy on the bus, I felt sorry for him because he had slashes on his face and marks on his shirt and a lot of lint and he was talking to himself...you don’t know how badly I just wanted to go home with him and just help him better himself...That way, I’d be saving myself and him, and when I start back to work at my Home Health Aide Job, I could help him. He was talking to himself and I felt sorry for him, I fell madly in love with him because he was just my type! No White people please, to degrade me and hurt me over Hindus of India...I need to find a man like myself...I saw my future in this Black man’s eyes, I really want to be with him...