Let’s be real, some of you have only recently jumped on the perfection that is the Drake bandwagon. If you know me, you would know that I’ve been creepily obsessed with Drake for years. I recently decided that it’s time to show Mr. Aubrey Graham how truly down I am. Here’s a love letter to Drake, written only in his own words.
Dear Aubrey,
I got my eyes on you. You’re everything that I see. Cause I’m the one to paint a vivid picture, no HD. Yeah, I want it all, that’s why I strive for it. And like a potluck, you need to come with it. Cause your verses turn me on, and your pants are mighty fitted. I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it. I’m honest, I make mistakes, I’d be the second to admit it.
You’re still the one that I adore. Ain’t much out there to have feelings for. Inside I’m treading water, steady trying to swim to shore. You don’t even know what you want from love anymore. It seems like you don’t want this love anymore. I’m acting out in the open, it’s hard for you to ignore. But Drake, what qualities was I looking for before? I’m just saying you could do better. Tell me have you heard that lately? I’m just saying you could do better. And I’ll start hating only if you make me.
One time, been in love one time. Hate to leave the city, but I’ve got to do the overtime. At least we try for home every time. Gone all the time, even the important times. I should let you know ahead I’m coming back. I like a man with a future and a past. Don’t make it easy boy, don’t take it too fast. Yeah, that’s it right there. That’s it do it just like that. I’ve always liked my men book and street smart. Long as they got a little class like half days. And the confidence to overlook my past ways. Time heals all, and heels hurt to walk in. Remember?
We’ve been talking bout the future, and the time we wasted. Isn’t it amazing how you talk all this shit and we still lack communication? Passive aggressive when we’re texting, I feel the difference. How every conversation starts with “this time will be different.” But when it falls apart, I’m always still down. Oh, the idea is fun. It’s not me and you. It’s not me it’s you. Come through. Boy, you know we got things to do.
I can’t get over you, you left your mark on me. I better find your lovin’, you’re the best I ever had. How you feel, how you feel, how you feel? You could have my heart or we could share it like the last slice. I’m more than just an option. Refuse to be forgotten. I took a chance with my heart. Guess who’s it is? Guess who’s it is? Yours.
When you’re ready, just say you’re ready. When all the baggage just ain’t as heavy. When the party’s over, just don’t forget me. We’ll change the pace, and we’ll just go slow. You’re my everything, you’re all I ever wanted. You know how it is when I finally make it home. I could teach you how to speak my language, Rosetta Stone. Man this life is like the sweetest thing I’ve ever known. I just hope that you miss me a little when I’m gone. You a flower child, beautiful child, I’m in your zone. Looking like you came from the 70’s on your own. Who the fuck wants to be 70 and alone? So just hold on, we’re going home.
Love,
Rula
Rula Al-Nasrawi is a Columbia Graduate whose writing has appeared in Vice, The Atlantic, and other online publications. Her first language is valley girl. Californian bred, NYC residing. @RulaOfTheWorld