Old News of New York

It is silly really, I had fallen for him two years ago. But I did not fall for his sweetness or charm. I fell for his mystery.

He had everything I wanted. New York, letters, sex, and dark skin. That is all I had wished I was. Thus, when I saw him on my phone, I wanted to be him. I wanted him to want me the way I wanted him. But he didn't. He wouldn't. Never. i left for a year and responded to everything he requested of me. Until I grew tired of it. Then I moved on, temporarily.

The following semester he returned to my life as a freind. A freind who had a power over me. I am so glad for God's perfect wisdom to not have me involved with anyone else prior to him. I had to learn to be near him and tell him no. Which he felt the need to explain to me. It was not until then that I realized his ever thriving power. Therefore, I moved on. He was surprised at my back bone. I realized my worth once again. He realized my sexiness adn that I was, in fact, good for a conversation. But it was too late. I was ready to keep stepping, taking the melons of my wisdom, kept in my hips, with me.