For the past couple of days, I have been super busy! I'm talking everybody taxes done came and the firsts thing on they mind is a car. On of them days was my off day, but I didn't mind showing up. I made it home and played with my dog for a little bit and decided to check the mail.
"These past couple days...I need a vacation,"
Bzzz Bzzz
"Hello?"
"What you doing?" Naomi asked.
"Checking my mail. Wassup?"
"I just wanted to talk,"
"What's wrong?"
"Duke...when you were hanging out with Zuri, how did you feel?"
"Why?"
"I just wanna know if I'm not crazy. I've been seeing someone and...I'm afraid she may leave me for someone else...it's scary out here,"
"If they really fuck with you then they would make some happen. I had genuine feelings for that woman...but I knew better. I knew better..."
"I feel the same way, like, I like her attitude, her energy, she's smart and open minded. We've been talking for a while and I don't know if she's ever gonna ask me out,"
"Why don't you ask her out?"
"Because I'm a princess,"
"Of course..."
"It's been two months and I know she likes me too, but she hasn't said anything. What should I do?"
"You definitely shouldn't be quiet about it. Ask what ya doing. Ask questions about ya relationship and where do ya see it going. If you want something, go for it. I know the one who initiated it should make all the moves, but it never hurts to ask,"
"I'm scared of the answer imma get,"
"Gotta let that go. Can't waste your time and she ain't on that level with you,"
I was going through my mail and came across and letter...from Atlanta. Who wrote me a letter from Atlanta?
"You think I should just ask her what we doing?"
"Yeah...yeah. Naomi imma call you back, okay?"
"Okay. Imma text you,"
"Cool. Later,"
I know this ain't who I think it is. I just know this ain't who I think it is.
"I'm truly sorry for my actions and the pain they caused. The weight of regret has been heavy on my heart, knowing that I hurt someone I deeply care about. Please believe me when I say that I care about you immensely, and the thought of causing you distress is unbearable. I hope you can feel the sincerity in my words when I express how much I regret what transpired between us. My apologies come from the deepest part of my soul, desiring nothing more than to make amends. I understand that saying "I'm sorry" might not instantly heal the wounds, but I am committed to showing you through my actions that I am truly remorseful. The realization of your hurt has been a wake-up call for me to reflect and recognize the impact of my actions. I wish more than anything that I could turn back time and erase my mistakes, but in lieu of that, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Your well-being means the world to me, and I am dedicated to proving that to you. Please give me the chance to demonstrate not just through words but through consistent actions that I am genuinely sorry and that I truly care about you."
All these emotions are swirling inside me as I read the letter. I am uncertain about what to think or do in this moment. Is she really going to get married? Is she still together with Justin? There are too many questions racing through my mind right now. With her asking for forgiveness, mentioning her return to town, and having a new home, everything feels overwhelming. It's hard for me to process everything at once. Fuck...
"Fuck!" I yelled. This is ridiculous, bruh. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do? Shut her out? Forgive her? Talk to her? I'm stuck! I usually just let them spiral, but Zuri was a charm. She was like that special charm on your bracelet that you admire. The one that's your favorite.
BOOM!
Okay...why is it ALWAYS raining?? Not just raining—thundering.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Who is it?"
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Yo! Who is it?"
I went up to the door and the peephole was covered. Now who playing on my door?
"Aye man, whoever you are, stop playing on my door—"
"Duke!"
I stared at the door for a few seconds. This can't be. After all this time my heart was torn, she decides to come back and think shit good? She has some nerve being at my door step right now. I grabbed Milo and put him in my room.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Duke! Can you please open up?"
Fuck! Should I even open the door?!
She knocked on the door and said, "Duke, I need to talk to you. The wedding is off, okay? There's no more Justin. He's out of the picture. Can you please open the door?" She paused, feeling regret for her actions. "I know what I did was wrong, but I am deeply sorry for what I did. You were right...I should have said no. I don't know what I was thinking."
"How can I believe you?"
"Duke, there's no more nothing! I'm single! I'm all for you! But you knew I was with someone too,"
"Zuri, you hurt my heart. You accepted his proposal and that broke me! I was down for months!"
"I know and I'm sorry! Duke, I don't know how many times in gonna apologize. I've said all I could say. I came from ATL back home to do this and wrote you a letter. I was gonna leave the voicemail, but I froze. You're all I was thinking about! DUKE JUST OPEN THE DOOR!"
"STOP YELLING!"
"YOU'RE BEING STUBBORN!"
Everything went quiet for a while. No one said a word to each other.
"Fine...you don't wanna talk to me? Cool. But just remember...remember one thing...I tried. Okay? I tried..."
I unlocked the door and cracked it open.
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"Come on..."
"Thanks..."
She walked inside and I closed and locked my door. She had on some jeans, boots, a coat, some gloves and a beanie. She was holding an umbrella in her hand as well. I took the umbrella from her and placed it against the wall.
"Took you long enough,"
"Why are you here? You're moving back?"
"Yeah. I never stopped looking for a place here,"
"How did Justin take the news?"
"That's not important,"
"You gotta tell me later since I let you inside,"
"Fine, but Duke I have been trying to get in contact with you, I was just..." she sighed. "It was so much going on,"
"I bet it was,"
"I missed you a lot,"
"...I realized how wrong it was for me to try to come between you and your long-term partner. Though my actions were inexcusable, I couldn't stand seeing the way he mistreated you, and I found myself drawn to your side. Before I knew it, my feelings for you had grown so strong that I couldn't turn back. Being with you now brings me immense joy and makes me feel truly happy. Your presence brightens my day like nothing else could,"
"It shattered me too. I knew I should have said no and I knew I hurt you, bad. But I'm here now. Can you please forgive me?"
The moment I leaned in to kiss her, I was engulfed by a sensation of warmth and passion that I'd never experienced before. It was a spontaneous act, fueled by the intense chemistry that had been building between us for what felt like an eternity. Our lips met, and instantly, there was a connection, electric and undeniable. It was as if the world around us had faded into the background, leaving just the two of us, lost in the depth of our kiss. The way she responded, with equal fervor, told me she felt the same overwhelming emotions. Her lips were soft, yet insistent, and the gentle caress of her hands on my back sent shivers down my spine. This wasn't just a kiss; it was an admission of mutual desire, a promise of more to come. As we finally broke apart, breathless and with hearts racing, we shared a look that spoke volumes. There was a certain magic in that moment, a profound connection that words could never fully capture. It was a kiss that altered the course of our relationship, marking the beginning of something truly passionate and deep.
Intimacy, love, and passion are the cornerstones of any deeply connected relationship, weaving a tapestry of bonds that are both delicate and resilient. Our connection transcended the mere physical realm, touching the essence of our beings, making us intimately connected at a soulful level. This profound intimacy was not just about being physically close but about understanding each other's deepest fears, hopes, and dreams. Love, in its most authentic form, enveloped us, creating a safe haven where our vulnerabilities could be exposed without fear of judgment. Passion was the fuel that kept our connection vibrant, a fervent desire not just for each other's bodies but for the minds and spirits that dwelled within. In our intimate space, love and passion danced in harmony, each moment shared was a testament to the depth of our connection. It was in the quiet moments, in the gentle caresses, and in the shared glances full of unspoken words where our intimacy flourished. Our passion for life, for each other, was the glue that bonded us firmly, creating a fortress of love against the world. Every laugh, every tear, and every whisper shared in our intimate spaces etched a story of love, passion, and profound intimacy. We were not just lovers but soulmates, perfectly aligned in our desires, dreams, and the undying love that enveloped us, making our bond beautifully unbreakable.