Making it home late, I was very exhausted. I thought about the last couple weeks... Things were clearly moving too fast with me and Matt. I needed some time.
Maybe a lot.
I don't know.
I threw my shoes off and walked up the stairs to my room. Standing at the end of my bed, I stripped down to my bra and cheer shorts from high school (yes, I was a cheerleader back then). Putting my hair into a puff bun, I plopped on my bed and K.O'd.
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6:32 Saturday morning
This morning starts a new beginning. Forget Dora. Forget Matt. Forget Charles. I was done. I went for a morning run.
Pacing myself, I run a good amount. My phone went off out of nowhere.
"DORA IS CALLING" hmm.. As I keep rubbing, my music is interrupted by her calling.
"-the heck?" I stopped what I was doing.
"What?" I answered.
"Well good morning to you too!" She said.
"You know what, I'm about to hang up"
"Alisha chill, I'm sorry!" She apologized..
"Well I'm not." *hanging up*
She always wanted what I had, now she can have it. Walking and looking at my phone, I collide with what felt like a brick wall.
Falling to the ground, I wasn't able to catch myself. With everything I was going through, I just laid there.
The brick wall I ran into, came and hovered over me..
"I'm sorry ma'am, would you like me to help you up or is the concrete comfortable?" he joked.
"Yeah with everything that's been going on, I'm feeling pretty comfortable down here." Replying to him. I noticed him sitting next to me now.
"I'm pretty sure there's someone going through worst. Here.." His outstretched hand was in front of me.
As he pulled me up, I felt his chest to catch myself, noticing this brick wall had features and an absolute stunning body! (Lol)
"My Jesus, you're bless!" I said with my head down.
"Excuse me? Haha" laughing at me.
"I MEAN, ahh.. Be blessed my brother!"
"Wait, what if I want to sit with you again?" He said like a little kid. "Like instead of on concrete, we can try tables?"
"Tomorrow, here. This bench?"
Chuckling, he said, "Okay. Tomorrow it is. Right here."
Exchanging good byes, we continue running into different directions.
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OKAY SO MY BIRTHDAY IS SATURDAY, Nov 23rd AND IDK WHAT TO DO. (Just throwing that in there)
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