It was a birthday card on his car dashboard.
It was how I felt when I saw the card.
It was what I thought when I read the card . . . especially the two initials.
It didn't matter who it was from. My mind was made up already. It was from a nigga.
Because of those reasons, because of the way my mind was racing, and because of the way my heart began to hurt, I knew that I needed to stay away from my ex. I can't be his friend right now.