Time As Old As Tale

The Ring

Fear! It's a helluva drug. It can take over your mind and steer your life into a hell known as complacency. After breakfast, Quinton asked the waiter, what was the first thing she recommend we do as tourist. Since it was already late afternoon, she said it was probably too late to take a tour of a grotto. But we could really just take a stroll anywhere and find adventure within the shops and nature along the way. I rolled my eyes, just as Quinton's lit up, this was right up his alley. He paid the bill, leaving a generous tip, almost almost twenty dollars worth. Already thinking about the long journey we were about to take, I looked down in time to see how much of a tip he left and stopped dead in my tracks. 

I squinted my eyes at him because I was ready to smack him! He knew damn well I did not play that friendly shit. This dude use to never tip, not even the pizza guy. So why the hell was he being so friendly?  He, of course was not paying attention to my reaction and reached for my hand. When he looked down, that's when he noticed my face. "Don't start your shit!" "I ain't starting my shit!  You simply gotta be my nigga to have me trip but you can't be my nigga if your girlfriend over there, since we're being fucking friendly." I said all that while gathering my stuff, I slowly stood up dripping with attitude, I attempted to walk past him. 

He grabbed my waist from the front as my left shoulder was to his right, "I said, don't start your shit." Taking my hand without me giving it to him, he kissed it and began walking as if shit was sweet. In his mind, it was cause he wasn't going to let anything small annoy him. I still couldn't see why he tip the girl so damn much, but I guess that's what happens when your boyfriend is a little ignorant to tip because his ass isn't use to it. I shrugged it off but avoided his eyes so that he could not read me.

We started uphill, the sea was to my right so I glanced in that direction, I didn't want him to bring back up what was on my mind because now wasn't the time and my intuition told me that specifically, so I obeyed. As we began to walk, the views' job was to simply take your breath as you are sucked into the nature, you have a sea to the right that looks exactly like a pure satin silk bed, the ripples looks as they aren't moving, the sea looks like a bed. The little antique shops that were coming into view were something that look like it came straight out of a picture book. I felt like I could not appreciate the simplicity of this everyday life for the locales. This is something you'd only see in Charlotte when their is a festival. 

As I was admiring the views, I was victim to the the replay of my thoughts, remembering the thing I was thinking about earlier. Quinton knew that I had wanted a baby, he did too. But his point which I must say is very valid, he just wanted to make sure we'd be together forever. But what is the definition of forever, love is a adjective, something that has to be done nonstop. Just like myself, he was afraid of breaking up and tearing a family apart. It is so rare nowadays to find a family that isn't split or blended. He didn't believe in cheating, divorces, etc. But neither did my daughters' Y Chromosome. But here we are, you can't tell Quinton Rosie isn't his daughter. We were just that, a soon to be split and extended family. Quinton being Rosie's stepfather and our unborn children, would be her half siblings. 

I can respect that he doesn't want timing to be the reason we split our family. He and I came from a very serious relationship in which it broke us to be expelled from it. Fate literally forced us away from the people we thought we'd spend forever with. I agreed with the principle of us not wanting to risk what our children would know as family because we did not take the time to get know each other truly. We'd known each other on this level for 2 years now. But literally everything is different about us compared to  the two we thought we'd spend forever with.

A smile came across my face as I thought about how special the bond we share, it was truly like the ones you read in the stories. Literally the halves of a whole, a bond that is truly deep. The kind Nicholas Sparks would write about, but it's not, it's me :). Two halves of a whole typically sounds like peaches and cream, they go hand in hand, but it's not. It is truly yin and yang, bitter sweet, sweet and sour. This is the love that your great great grandma described to you, but you naively think that it is all sweet. When you have wine and cheese, they go perfectly together because you need sweet with savory. No one is better than the other when it comes to the blend together. Without the sweet wine you could not appreciate the savory cheese. Until you've met your other half, you could not see how perfect opposites attract.