Welcome to The New Classic, where the past and the present merge, to form a new future.
Once that no one can see coming...
Join Angelo, Vanessa and the rest of the gang three and a half long years after that fateful night.
Lo kept count. V didn't...
Moodlist Electricity - Lianne La Havas How Much Can A Heart Take - Lucky Daye featuring Yebba Strawberry Bubblegum - Justin Timberlake Wrong or Right - Kwabs
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It was a matter of sheer luck really.
In a moment of post-rage clarity, all of the pieces came together, to forge a new path forward.
It would have been easy, and certainly expected, for me to make this a war.
But I knew better. So I did better.
We'd been playing a zero-sum game thus far. Tit-for-tat, exchanges of tactical strikes, to bring each other to heel.
That was the wrong angle.
I didn't want to "win". The desire to win was what had gotten me into this mess in the first place. Victory at the expense of love was worthless. The Don was a living, breathing example of that.
When he told me how much he hated his home, and how trapped he felt in it, it resonated with me.
My what was once my main residence was now vacant, only visited by maintenance on occasion to keep it in a good state of repair.
The property was always too big for just me, but before her, I could ignore it. I'd tell myself, it was a place a family could grow into. A woman of my calibre would need to see I was able to provide, and this house proved it.
And then that woman came along, and I made it the most inhospitable place on earth for her. She tried to put roots down, and settle, but I kept digging for victory, and the validation it held.
It was only when the dust started to settle on her side of the closet that I realised I'd been digging the ground right from under her.
Hindsight was indeed 20/20.
So much so that when I came to my senses, after her stunt in Vienna, I decided to start again, by doing something I had never intentionally done before.
Losing.
I conceded to her. I bowed to her authority and I committed myself to her exacting will. I'd done it before, albeit sexually, and it ushered us into a new phase of our relationship. And in our first relationship, it was all she did. Coming to the table to compromise, always leaving with a little bit less than she wanted, needed and deserved. Above all else, I wanted to show her how much I respected her, and this was the best way I knew how.
She wanted me to leave the continent?
I did.
She didn't want to speak to me unless business was concerned?
I waited for her call.
She wanted me to trust her with the capture of my father's murderer?
