Big Black and Little White

Mostly, the curiosity disguised as empathy weighs on me. And I ask if it's okay to ask what happened, sounds tough. And I write to my friend who knew her, who told me look how they can do anything, if I did that I'd be in jail. He always says Ethiopian women are the most beautiful, but he doesn't dare

The envy of men will increase wisdom (Source)

After a year, I suddenly see her on the site. So I immediately send her a message while it still hurts, as if sad: What happened, I already imagined a wedding :( Right on the wounds. And she says yes, I imagined it too. So I see her, yes she has a new picture, and I think maybe. But mostly, the curiosity disguised as empathy weighs on me. And I ask if it's okay to ask what happened, sounds tough.

And I write to my friend who knew her, who told me look how they can do anything, if I did that I'd be in jail. He always says Ethiopian women are the most beautiful, but he doesn't dare. I write that she and the kushi [Translator's note: a derogatory term for a Black person] broke up, that's how I write kushi, and I'm reminded of the US president. I remember asking her how she could be with someone who doesn't have a bachelor's degree. And she's a doctoral student. And she also said that she herself was surprised, and didn't think she could, didn't know it could happen. But he has a lot of life wisdom. And then she started talking about his touch. That's how they always talk, how he knows how to touch. And how much he touches me, and touch is important to me precisely because I'm a person of intellect. He touches me like no one else has touched me, that's how they gush. And I felt like she was describing his genitals to me.

And she answers, after all she's polite and can't help but respond, and I immediately copy to my friend what she wrote to me, and right after that I send her a response of "I'm sorry to hear": Look what a bitch: There was a lot of love between us, but he's going through a difficult time, and we couldn't overcome these difficulties together. We came to the conclusion that he's not capable of being in a relationship right now, and I moved on. The kushi did his part, the kushi can go. I barely slept last night, I can barely walk. That's how she used to write to me at first, to excuse the fatigue and delay in responding. As if I have difficulty understanding. Great love, that's what she used to tell me, and I would imagine only one thing. From the moment she saw me, she told me I know myself, I don't like skinny guys, my previous boyfriend was the champion of the country, and I asked was he smart?