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REGRET...


Death is something we all will face one day...it is one of the things we can not avoid no matter what... and along with that comes grief...but to add REGRET mmm 


re·gret
/rəˈɡret/
verb
1. feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over (something that has happened or been done, especially a loss or missed opportunity)

The Regret of not saying...

The Regret of not doing...

The Regret of not being there...


Grief is a lengthy process that goes hand in hand with death but regret shouldn't...We all believe that time is something we all have but we are reminded daily it isn't, from the untimely death of Kim Porter which has left Diddy not only grieving but showing regret...regret of not showing his Soul-Mate the LOVE while she could feel it and physically experience it. 

Over and Over I say, men will ultimately experience the love of good woman more than one time in his lifetime, while women will probably get a snip of that soul-love, and not due to her fault, but just how the "Game' is set up.

I don't think that should change a females point of view on LOVE but I hope... that men pay attention and start loving on that good woman while you can...if anything you get from Diddy other than business motivation and his hustle is that living with regret isn't what you wanna do "Play-Boy".

We all know that loving a black man is hard because you don't know when he might be taken away from you. Our men are so busy trying to be the MAN that they don't get the chance on being A Man.

So why stay on edge, arguing about trivial things...wasting time?

Additional, you don't want to die with any regrets either, give the person a chance to show you the love you deserve!

Love and Time are crazy...don't waste either !!



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