noun: someone; a person (more so woman) who puts forth the less fortuitous before themselves in compassions of nurturing and honoring the distinct.
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BEYONCÉ KNOWLES
Rejecting.
"Are you even listening to anything I'm saying right now?" Miracle followed my eye sternly, holding a chuckle.
My head upped in a passive nod towards reeling back in fully to her conversation. I was listening, but at the same time, I wasn't. Not because I wasn't interested, but because I was overwhelmed by this date and every factor playing a role towards the scene.
Was I truly ready to put forth a relationship with Miracle?
I know I was fancying the thought from the time we met and tonight, I saw coming a month ago. Only my nerves were jumping off the walls now. I had to remind myself why I was giving her my undivided in the first place; Because I do have feelings for her. Two, because our relationship only escalated and the attraction accumulated.
"I'm sorry," I clear my throat.
Miracle watched on closely squinting her dark eyes, "Ah huh. Are you okay? Where'd you go just now?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I'm just afraid I'm going to ruin the night by one wrong move."
"You could never. There's nothing to even be afraid of, I would think it'd go without saying how long we've both been waiting for this. Agreed?" Her lips seated in a charming smile I had to retreat.
"Too long, but you know me, I have my moments. I don't want to disappoint you though, Miracle. You are literally too perfect, you came into my life at the right time, you've been nothing but good to me, showed me endless support and love. What if I'm not enough?"
"By that you mean if you're not enough for who exactly? Because I know you're not questioning your worth as if I'm any more of a too good companion for you." She hums. "Are you?"
My head shook defeatedly, though that's exactly what was on my mind. My mind was in two totally different worlds and I was only so normal, my reality only allowed me to live in one. Didn't mean I didn't hop between them both from time to time.
"Good. I'm ready whenever you are. You know I've been waiting for you, Pretty Eyes." Miracle flashed a grin only itching up her face to a slight extent. "I want you to be my girl."
I knew of it already, but still, hearing word of mouth only brought on the butterflies like they'd freed themselves in a clan on her command. I know my face reflected the warm color my cheeks expressed and too, I could not help my Kool-Aid grin rising faster than I could cover my face.
"I— I'm ready to be your girl." My tongue scratched at my throat, clearing the clotted nerves there and cottonmouth on the rise.
My speech may have chopped in its stride, but I was proud after a couple of months of really applying myself every day and locking into each one of my coachings. I could finally speak without the unnerved feeling or freight. It wasn't always clear, most of my words sounded inarticulate because of my heavy accent and I had a habit of ramming words together so from time to time they may sound muffled but I still was improving and I was talking more than I signed.
