The Poet

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Giana - Presentation Day

"You never know who you will end up with, where you will see that person, or what the outcome will be...all you know is that someone special is waiting for you in the end."- Mother.

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I start my day as I usually do. Wake up at 6 a.m for physical therapy and then the gym. By 9 o'clock, I'm done and showered and on my way to get a massage. After my massage, I pick up breakfast at 10. After I grab breakfast, I head back to my place, shower again, and do some homework. Today I am super excited about this lovely Saturday morning because I have a presentation to do for class. I asked my teacher why on a Saturday, and he said, "It's unexpected, and I don't feel like doing it during the week." After the good laugh, I decided to go up first. "My prompt that I chose was 'Husband,' and in this short sample, I wanted to bring to life who I'd see myself with," I say, opening my notebook and clearing my throat.

Soulmate

My soulmate is my best friend, boyfriend, enemy, and my other half wrapped up in one.
The one that completely gets me and loves ME and not that other person they think they know.
He will be there when I need him and when I don't.
He is the guy that makes me love to hate him and hate to love him.
The one that whispers "good night beautiful" and wakes me up with morning kisses and "just because" flowers.
He's as random as I am but serious when he needs to be.
The type of man that when I make a weird sound, he won't judge me.
He's the man that I can tell my every little secret without it being held against me.
The man who knows the little things because he remembers from when I first told him.
He's the one that, in the long run, will be the best father a man can ever be.
And in return, I will be the same to him as he is to me.

I finish reading and close my notebook. Everyone in the Zoom claps, and then the next person goes. After everyone has gone, we get our grades and then sign off. It is now lunchtime, so I walk into my kitchen to see what I have to eat. As I am looking through my fridge, I get a knock on my door. "Coming!" I yell, slightly jogging to answer it. I hope it's the Amazon package I ordered last week. I open the door, and I'm pleasantly surprised. It's my package and Rafael with a smile on his face.

"OH GREAT, MY PACKAGE!" I exclaim, grabbing it from him and closing the door. He knocks, and I laugh as I open it. "Not funny." He says with a shocked expression on his face. "Very funny indeed," I say, ushering him inside and closing the door. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your appearance?" I ask, sitting on the couch and opening my package. "I was on my way out and wanted to see if you were trying to get away from the building for a bit. Ya know, get some food, see some sights, find some hoes. Little shit like that." He says, looking around and then sitting in the chair at the bar. I laughed and put my package in my room. "I would love to go out, but I am in the middle of finishing my work for school," I say, getting water from the kitchen. "Question. Why are you so comfortable with letting me in your place after only really meeting me last night? I could be like a serial killer or something and you just let me in your crib." He says with a puzzled look on his face. I thought about it for a second. Why did I feel so comfortable with letting him in? I'm never this comfortable letting a person into my world. "You know what? You're right! I don't know you, and yet I'm comfortable after 18 hours? That's weird. Get out." I say, pushing him out. "Wait a minute!" He protests as I push him to the door.

"Nope!" I say, opening the door. "I'm not a serial killer, though." He says with a pouty face. "Point taken, but you also reminded me that I'm new here, and I don't know you that well, so I can't be too sure," I say with one last push out the door. He looks at me as if he wanted to disagree but shakes his head and says, "Touché." He walks down the hall backward, laughing. "Bye, Rafael," I say as he walks down the steps. "Bye, Captain Sloan." He says. I close my door, shaking my head and locking up. I text my family and friends while making some food and continued working on my visual project for the song I'm writing. So this project is due at the end of the program and we are supposed to compose something that tells our story of something that changed our life. It will start with getting accepted into my dream school and end with whatever happens until the end of my program. As I was finishing up some mild editing I get a call from my best friend Josephine, Jo for short. "Hello, lover!" I say answering my phone. "I really miss you and I'm planning on seeing you soon." She says excitedly. I haven't been talking to my friends like I used to because I've been so wrapped up in school and therapy sessions. It's been so much going on within the last few months I needed this call. "Awesome! How soon?" I ask, sitting back on my bed. "In two weeks! So make room!" She says. We laugh and joke and talk about all the happenings since I've been gone. "Your ex has been asking around about you." She says with disgust on her face. My ex, Antonio, was a not-so-nice guy and caused me more harm than good back home. He's the reason I'm in therapy now, to be honest. "I've blocked him so many times already I just can't deal with him," I say rolling my eyes. We get silent for a second and then she asks about me making friends. "I smoked my car out with my neighbor last night so I guess that's one friend," I say laughing. "Name? Job? Eye color? Backstory?" She asks propping her phone up on her pillow. "Rafael. Shoots whiskey like it's water. Smokes bomb weed. And apparently isn't a serial killer." I laugh. "How old is he?" She asks. "Not sure. I didn't ask. He looks around 26 or 27." I say shrugging. We keep discussing him and his looks and then other trip plans. We talked for hours and when we called it a night it was midnight. We said our goodnights and I slipped into bed. As I closed my eyes I heard music, laughter, and then squeaks. "OH COME ON! SERIOUSLY?!" I yell as if he could hear me over his guest. I took my pillows and a blanket and went to the sofa. After turning on some music I fell asleep and rested peacefully.