Mixed reactions have been trailing this post as some shared in Angel’s point of view, claiming they also want to be pampered, while others challenged the multi-brand ambassador over her source of income.
mero5th: Like say no be your work since
nazzybellabenz wrote: independent woman don give up
She wrote: It’s been three years without you, I’m 22 now, remember you used to call me small madam, guess I’m a big madam now. I will love you forever, and I will tell everyone about what a phenomenal human being you were, so much so that I couldn’t believe you ended up with me. I truly believe that you came into my life to show me that I could be loved; flawed and everything and your mere existence was fact that good people do exist; and I’ve never stopped believing.
I wonder if you’re still lactose intolerant up there? Not that you even cared; you consumed so much milk while complaining about your tummy hurting, I miss your jokes that were so unfunny I would laugh because of how dry they were, I miss mocking your British accent. All the love I have learnt; I learnt from you, you’re all 19 years old Angel knew, and I’m 22 now; you’re still all I’ve ever known. I would choose the pain over and over again because experiencing you is far greater than any pain i’d feel. I hope the Angels Carry you safely on their backs but knowing you, you’re probably one yourself, I hope there’s no milk there for you to feast on, although I’m sure your tummy won’t hurt anymore; you’re in a place where pain is a fiction of our human imagination, I hope they don’t give you time out for how loud you laugh, cause God knows you laughed so loudly it lit up a room, so full of life. You were so much more than my first love; you were my friend, my laughing partner, my comedian and most importantly Victor; you were you. You were nice and sweet and kind and you had 12 birthmarks; I know because I counted them that time you got so tipsy, you told me you loved me and I froze up, that was the first time you said it. Now I live not only for myself but for you, for my dreams as well as yours, for the echo of your laughter on a really bad day. My best friend, my Mayo boy, my first everything, you know it goes beyond the existence of time and even the confinements of infinity, I love you so much, keep resting and don’t be angry at me that I barely visit; If there’s one thing we both share in common; it’s that we’re both ghosts( I have laughed so hard at this joke; you’d have loved it.
your egghead Angel