My ears are picking up everything going on around me. The opening and closing of stalls and room doors, the restless tossing from the other twin bed, the low hum of the space heater near the window.
Is that womanhood of mine manifesting again? Is my spirit testing my growth by my ears?
I think the gap between the child and the woman is closing.
Everyday there's a new test and everyday I feel like I'm closer to passing them with a little more ease.
You were the first person I wanted to make a forever with. You gave me hope that we could grow into our roles as soulmates. I actually called you my soulmate, well not to your face. I had just met you in computer class and we couldn't legally go on a field trip without permission let alone try to forge a union.
You were exactly what I asked for. A carbon copy straight out of my mind. I should have been more careful.
When I tell you I love you, it doesn't mean we go together now. It doesn't mean I want your children. It doesn't mean I need to meet your family. I love you means I love who you are as a person. I have surpassed like and landed on love.
If you could, please disregard the previous letter left on your pillow. That has too much hubris dripping. Too much anger. Too many other emotions that negatively influenced the creation of that notice.
This is your eviction notice. Your placeholder, an unattainable musician, is helping me move your memories. Not sure where they'll go but at this point, I don't want to know.
I'm sick of the men in their feelings and not knowing how harmful and/or annoying they are with them.
You could be a better man, slay dragons, discover the greatest side of yourself. I could put you on the path of soul repair. I'm the kind of woman who makes real power players. I could be your Claire, Mr. Underwood.
Washington, DC
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You were eager like I used to be. 16 was the time of overindulging and man did I! I was addicted to having someone on my arm.