Your love was a suicide letter.

I would like that, James.

The date was April 23rd, 2013. Nothing special. I was just doing my daily routine. I'd wake up, do the essentials and dress nice, or slightly homeless. There was never an in between. But that day, I dressed half homeless, wearing my pajamas that were probably 3 sizes to big for me (I'm 6'5", I weigh about 190 pounds and am dark skin) and a torn up shirt that looked like I just got done working on my old beat up chevy for hours on end. I tied my dreadlocks back so they would stay out of my face, which is rare when I pull them back. I had to make a small drive into town so I could grab some stuff like soap, and some other stuff. It was such a simple task, how could anyone in the world forget to grab the stuff that you need to have simple hygiene? Somehow... I was the one that messed it up...
It was probably 10:45 A.m. It was just another cloudy day, looking like it was gonna rain. I pulled up into the parking lot of the Wal-mart. Never did I think my life was about to change. I had been walking around this hell hole for at least an hour collecting everything I needed for my single bedroom house. I was looking at some video games, only so I can play when I get lonely. But... then you showed up... you were working and asked if I needed any help or questions. I went silent... my mind was now a puzzle of a billion pieces that some kid just threw on the floor. My heart became a bass drum to your favorite song, only this song is being played by machines moving faster than sound can travel. Somehow, I found the simplest words, "hi... I'm James" I was so shy, nervous, words stumbled upon each other like newborn deer.  "Hey James, I'm jazmyne." For some reason, your words were as smooth as a ride in a camaro. They seemed easy, your voice was soft and sweet. It made me have a reality check my minds yelling at me "wake up James!!! You are dreaming!!!" But I wasn't. It was real. From that second, I knew I wanted you forever. Your eyes, a light blue, your hair a beautiful brunette, your figure was beautiful and you had the curves I dreamed of. You were the girl from my dreams. You were the girl I marry, the one I have kids with, you were here. "James?, are you okay?",
"yeah, yeah sorry. Umm, what's your favorite kinda games to play?"
"I don't really play video games. I'm more of a movie fan."
James, "hey jazmyne, I know this is weird. But would you wanna catch a movie with me tonight?"
"I would like that, James."