Uninhibited

Do you get it?

"I can't thank you enough." My smile climbs to my eyes that brim with tears of appreciation.

This opportunity, this chance to view the world, has given me such a new lease on life. I'm excited to start living it. Really living it.

"Already told you, Bri." Yup, we're totes on nickname-level status at this point. Michelle is a super nice, sweet, fun, and intuitive kind of human. And when I say I'm blessed with another lifelong friend, it makes me warm and fuzzy and shit. "I saw so much of myself in you. Someone who was timid inside, though boisterous on the outside. Who exhibited confidence and lacked it at the same time."

"How can I ever repay you?" I ask as we prep to part ways at the airport terminal. Yes, the airport, again. How the fuck else will I get back to Trey?

"Your firstborn should do the trick."

"Done."

We both chuckle, and she pulls me into a tight embrace which I reciprocate.

"If you ever find yourself in a position where you can better someone, not for a thing in return, promise me you will?"

The pride in Michelle's eyes is so evident, when I respond, "I promise."

When I tell you that my time, while yearning for the familiar, for the people who make me who I am, has been difficult, I'd like to point out that the positives have been immense. While I can't wait for a hug, or to see every single one of those individuals in person, and undoubtedly ride my man's cock into next year, I believe this journey was necessary to become the human I am today.

Because all throughout this period of being away, I've played Trey's words like a recording in my head. I pride myself on being sassy, sarcastic, and supplying a quick tongue. Not the same as his flattened one that torturously laps and parts and—ugh. Still extremely horny. Seriously though, the thing that stuck out, the one that he'd said made him give me his heart, was always at the forefront.

That what I wanted to be when I grew up was someone the people who loved me would be proud of. And guess what? Mission fucking accomplished.

They were all proud of me, even if I couldn't see it at the time. Even in my worst moments. There was one person who wasn't, no matter what. She's the same one who threw out audacious terms like confetti, though frequently struggled with articulating true feelings and thoughts.

I'll always be thankful for her.

But this bitch is ready to go home.