🐞MTOABB🐞

"Rossita, are you asleep?"

I didn't want to argue anymore, so I laid there as still as I could. A second passes and I whisper, "I'm insecure."

"About what?"

"What you have here with her."

He stays silent for a little bit.

"But I'm here with you."

"You're here now but your future is with her."

"What makes you so sure?"

"What? More like who - and the answer is you. You make me so unsure of what we are."

"I'm not following," he says.

"Am I your girlfriend, Gomes?" I asked him.

"Do we have to label it?" he asks and I snicker.

"And this is why I am unsure. Don't you see it?"

"If you want the label so bad, then we can put a label on what we are."

"No."

"What do you mean no? You are confusing the hell out of me. What do you want?"

"I want you to want to put a label on it. Is it really that confusing to get?"

"Fuck it, Rossita. Fine, you're my girlfriend."

"Fuck you, Gomes!"

"Gladly."

"Please go back downstairs. We leave tomorrow so stop wasting your time up here with me and go spend more time with your daughter."

"How did things go so left with us when everything was going so right?"

"Please leave."

"Not until I know where you and I stand."

"I don't know."

"That's not good enough."

"You're returning back here next month and there is nothing I can do about it. It will mean the end of us, won't it?" I asked, a stream of tears staining my cheeks. I never wanted to ask this question, but it had been long overdue -- it was time to let it out in the open.

"Not if you don't want it to?"

"What does that even mean, Gomes."

"Let's see how things go. Take things minute by minute."

"Hour by hour," I added.

"Day by day."

"I think I love you, Gomes," I whispered.

He takes me in for a hug and holds me there until there's a knock on the door. But I noticed it, Gomes. You didn't say you love me back.

I pull away as Holly opens the door and little Laurasia runs towards him.

"We need to start going. It's already past her bedtime."

Perfect timing.

"Right, sorry about that. Let me grab my keys and I'll drop you two home," he says with the baby on his hip.

"You don't have to. I've called a friend to come fetch us," Holly informs him.

"Mommy boyfriend," Laurasia tells her dad. Gomes turns to look up at Holly. His face showed he was bothered.

"When were you planning on telling me?" He asked her so calmly, that's when you know he really is angry.

But why does she have to tell you, Gomes? Do you care about who she's seeing? Are you angry that her lips are now tainting another? Are you disappointed that she didn't wait on you for as long as you thought she would?

"There is nothing to tell you. Laurasia is just confused. He is a friend."

"A friend? Okay then, call your friend and tell him to turn his car around. I will be taking you and my baby home."

"You have someone by your side, but yet you're still obsessing over me. When do I get to move on, Prinse?" She turns to look at me and then back at him. She knew exactly what she was doing when she mentioned me - she wanted him back and even Stevie Wonder could see that.

He clearly wasn't fooling anyone - he was still madly in love with her. This time around, I wasn't going to leave, I wanted him to answer her question with me standing right here, next to him.

"I'm just concerned that he has already met my daughter and I haven't even met him." Even if he was telling the truth -- it would be a halfass truth -- YOU STILL FUCKING LOVE HER, so why am I here, Prinse?

"You still haven't answered her question, Prinse." I knew saying anything was going to make it worse, but I wanted for him to answer -- maybe now, reality will surely kick in and I'll just be that girl that got hurt.

He turns to look at me. "I'm going to drop them home, I'll be back in twenty minutes."

The little girl turned and waved at me. I wish she knew I was never going to see her again.

I didn't mean to cry when I heard the front door close, but I did. I found myself kneeling to the ground and pouring my frustrations in my tears. On bad days, I wish I never met him, but then... that one good day always reminds me of why I've stuck around as long as I have. If we could live without a heart, I would opt to have mine removed.

He found me sleeping on the floor so he picked me up and put me on the bed. He leaned down and left a kiss on my forehead. Why do I keep falling for you when you keep reminding me that it was a mistake?

🐞My Type of a Bad Boy🐞

We hadn't spoken on the flight back home and I had pretty much starved myself because my anger somewhat soared deeper than my hunger. I didn't get why he was angry, or maybe this was the perfect excuse for him to leave me. He dropped me home, and yeah he did say goodbye but how could I utter those same words -- they were so definite and although I want to believe that I never want to see him again, I knew it wasn't the case. So I climbed out of the car without saying a word. Chloe was waiting for us by the door but before she could open her arms to embrace me, I walked past her and ran up the stairs.

I heard mumbles from downstairs but I didn't bother to stop and eavesdrop. Maybe they were just being "Chloe and Prinse" --like the good old days.

It didn't make sense why our happily ever after always fell short. Is that the downfall of being in a relationship or am I just not grown enough to handle all these emotions?

It was as if we were back to square one. A place so familiar to me - so familiar to our ship.

If I was truly for him, would being with him be this challenging? Ugh, crying has become my best friend, and right now... I just need my friend.

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