I didn't stop loving you. I never stopped loving you.
Written by Dosunmu Omolade You were the nicest person in the world. People say that about others but when it comes to you, there's a general consensus it's true: You were the nicest person in the entire world . You were so good. You were a saint. At first, I got a rush off it. I was proud: the sweetest person in the world, and he picked me to date. I was the chosen one, the special one. I stood in your glow. I must be good and kind, so good and kind to date you , people thought. At least, I imagined them thinking. We met in class. Then we got into politics together. A heady rush to organize teach-ins and talk to the media. You always pointed them to me, because you were sweet and you knew that deep down I was an attention whore . You were a master at pegging people's faults and loving them despite it. You loved me for being an attention whore, an ADHD depressive, and kind of a slut. The night before the big protest, we sat in your r...