Leaving came so sudden and the goodbyes we all feared.
The hugs were tighter and his last kisses had me in tears.
Our last night was spent exchanging numbers and cuddling up with our limbs. We've been together since we met and we forgot about other ways we'll need to communicate in this world.
I couldn't stay a day longer as I'll need a day at home to prepare for work the next morning.
I've already begged for extra time, but work could not be missed.
I couldn't be a fool and leave all my hard work and hustle behind to run away with a man.
Our lives weren't a fairytale.
I worked on my feet six days per week. To pay my bills, rent, self-care, and my station at work. In addition to that, I'll help Steff put gas in her car as she never leaves me stranded on the road no matter the time. I had to have my savings last, but due to the trip, some of it was gone.
Thanks to Hunter, most was still there as he never let me spend
For him, he'll be on missions facing death or on base working his ass off. Months away from me and even his family.
The distances so far and the locations classified.
Now I'll need to fit him into my schedule. More like my time to answer the phone whenever he calls.
It's torturing.
It's hard.
It's something I have to have faith in. To pray that he's safe at all times and to find ways to make him happy whenever he calls me.
I've never been this way for any man.
Not the first guy, as it seems we both needed each other to get away from our pasts in Jamaica. It's just that mine recently caught up with me.
My second was more of a figure in my life who I had no connection to. I had to read juicy stories with intimate scenes just to become horny enough to want a release.
This man, now he gets things easy. I don't have to try to like him or find ways to be attached or attracted to him.
I love his eyes.
I love his smell.
I love the way he takes care of not just me but himself.
I love the spiritual bond we share, and I love how he's protective.
I love everything and I can't find one thing to hate but him being perfect. Too perfect for even me.
"Miss!" The Uber driver yelled to get my attention as I was deep in my thoughts.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
Paying him for his service, plus tip.
He was perfectly quiet and got me here on time, as well as safely.
The condominium has over twenty-plus flats. I could only afford the above-the-ground floor and there I go, pulling my pieces of luggage towards the stairs since the elevator also had a problem.
"Miss Jamaica." One of the knockoff wannabe thugs greeted. All seven familiar faces. It used to be eight.
"Wah gwaan general." I greeted him response and it put a bright smile on his face. Showing his grills.
"How was the holidays?" He asked while the rest nodded in greetings.
They tend to keep to themselves and that's because I was with Blake.
