One minute they were complete strangers.
The next minute they were standing at the alter, declaring themselves to one other.
They didn't know each other.
They had no connection or friendship built up beforehand.
There was nothing in common with...
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Xena L.
"Welcome back, Xena, and happy birthday." Davon met me halfway out the airport doors with a gift on his hands.
"Thank you." I softly responded. He handed the box to me and I forced myself to be thankful and happy for the present.
I was back in New York to stay put this time and live the life I'm destined to live. I don't know entirely what that was and I didn't have the energy to try figuring it out. It was whatever at this point. What went down in Seattle was over with and I was leaving it alone now that I was back.
Davon grabbed my suitcase and lead me to the truck. While he went to the trunk, I got in the passenger side. I rested my purse on the floor in between my feet then proceeded to open the box. Inside was a necklace with my initial and birthstone. It was cute and I appreciated it a lot. I put the top back on the box while Davon got inside the truck.
"Do you like your gift?" He asked.
I nodded, putting the box in my purse. "Yes. It's beautiful. Thank you." I verbally answered.
"You're welcome. My wife and daughter helped me pick it out. You women are the best." He complimented while driving off.
"Tell them I said thank you." I told him, resting my head against the window.
My head was hurting like hell and I was tired. I haven't been able to sleep since everything occurred. I chose to finish out my trip home as I didn't want to waste money. I should've came home after my call with Kasey since I didn't do anything out there afterwards. I stayed in my hotel room, ordered food, and watched tv from sunup to sundown. I wasted time sitting around when I could've been doing stuff to occupy my time. Yet, I stayed put in fear that I'll mess something else up. None of that mattered anyway.
"How was your trip?" Davon sparked up a conversation. "Did it feel good to be back home?" I knew he was trying to be nice and have a conversation but I wasn't in the mood. I turned to look at him and saw that he glanced over.
"Umm, I don't want to talk about it." I let him know as nicely as I could put it. I wasn't trying to be negative, as people say, and was communicating how I felt. Hopefully, he didn't take it wrongly as other people have whenever I spoke.
He nodded. "That's understandable. A quiet ride?" He said exactly what I wanted to hear.
"Yes, please."
He nodded again then put his eyes on the road. I rested my head back on the window and accepted the silence we were sitting in. It was exactly what I needed. Exactly what I was going to do moving forward. Be chill, calm, and quiet. Less negative energy spurring out and more keeping my comments to myself. I've went through several changes for years, trying to please people, and avoid the truth. I had one more change in me, one more chance at doing what was right.
