The Talk

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"Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together."

I couldn't sleep last night. Holding Kenya felt like a dream. A dream that I didn't want to end. Lord only knows what will happen when we wake up in the morning. They always say that when a person is either drunk and or high, they tend to tell the truth. What if this girl really is done with me? I mean I did walk out on her, I did give up on her when she needed me the most. But she had to understand. She wasn't the only one going through stuff, I was too. When argue, most of the time I'm the one that makes up for it. I'm the one that always has to say sorry, even though she's the one in the wrong. There's only so much that a person can take before they start to get sick and tired of the same shit. They just want to give up, and that's what I did. And now that I did it. I regret it. I wish that I could take that night back and start all over. Why did I just give up on her that night? Why did I walk away from her?

"I think I'm going to be sick." I heard Kenya say jumping up. Her voice completely knocked me out of my thoughts. I watched her run into the bathroom and shut the door. As I got up to go see if she was okay, I heard her throwing up. This is what her little ass gets. She knows that she isn't a drinker. She should know better. If you have a problem, the last thing that you want to do is try and drink the problem away.

"You ok?" I asked her kneeling down beside her.

"Yeah." She whispered getting up and brushing her teeth. I watched her wash her face. She took her time gently wiping everything. I tried to look her in her face but she kept trying to avoid me.

"Why wont you look me in the face?" I questioned her.

"Why do I have to?" She asked back.

"Please don't answer my question with a question Kenya, I'm trying to be serious and have a serious conversation." I replied rubbing my hands across my face.

"I don't want to look at you ok. Why should I look at the man that broke my heart? It hurts too much to look at you even to talk to you. I just cant. I thought that I could last night and it just messed me up so much more. My head is spinning. I just cant talk about this right now." She said trying to walk past me.

"Look at me Kenya." I told her grabbing her face. "I love you so much. I love you so much that all of this is hurting me right now. All I want to do is love you and every time I try and talk to you about this, you just keep running away. You say you love me and that you want to be with me. Yet whenever I try and bring this conversation up, you cant deal with it! Listen I'm sick and tired of playing these games with you. I'm not doing this shit anymore. Now we're going to talk about this. There is no more running away and walking out on each other. We gonna sit here and talk this out until everything is solved and understood. Do you hear me?" I said to her grabbing her face and pulling her towards me.

"Avian I-" She started to say.

"Kenya, I'm serious. There is no more running away from this. Now go and lay down. I'm going to make you coffee and get you something to take for your hangover and something to eat. When I come back in here we're going to talk. Understood?" I asked her.

I'm sick and tired of playing these games with her. It's now or never. Hopefully when I walk out of this room I have my girl back. I couldn't help but shake my head just the thought of the this subject pissed me off. We shouldn't even be at this place in our lives. We should be happily in love right now. The honeymoon stage just straight skipped this relationship. As I made my way to the kitchen, I looked over and saw Monica and Derrick cuddled up on the couch together. Damn just the thought of what they been threw and they still rocking together strong. Relationships like theirs just give me so much hope that Kenya and I will make it threw. But then again, I doubt that Monica is even half as crazy as Kenya. I went straight to the fridge and got out bagels and cream cheese. I made Kenya some black coffee and a bagel. I made my way back into the room to see her drowning my water bottle that I had put on her nightstand the night before. I couldn't help but laugh at her.

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