"You what my heart desires"
Your soulmate will be the stranger you recognize.
People think a soulmate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soulmate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back...
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July 31, 2020 | Harlem, New York 10:17 AM
The sound of my phone going off woke me from my sleep. I groaned sliding my hand down my face. A nigga head was pounding and it wasn't til just now that I realized I got lit last night. Searching around the bed for my phone, I pulled the covers back sucking my teeth once the phone flew across the room. I picked it up realizing it was my second phone the whole time and answered once I saw it was Shooter callin "Wassup?"
"Nigga fuck you mean wassup? Niggas been blowing ya phone up where you been?" Shooter asked
"I'm hungover as fuck not gone hold you. I swear I lost my shit, this my other phone." I told him
"Nigga you a goofy, grow up" He said hanging up and I laughed. I went into my bathroom opening one of the drawers to grab a aspirin. Popping two in my hand, I cut the bathroom shower on before grabbing a water out my mini fridge.
Thirty minutes later, I stepped out the shower feeling a lil better. I threw on some boxer briefs and Belenciaga sweat shorts before plopping down on my bed. I opened the find my I phone app to figure out where the fuck I left my phone when the doorbell rung.
The fuck, I thought to myself.
I got up quickly jogging downstairs with my gun in my hand. I swung the door open with a mug plastered across my face but I softened up when I seen it was Kori. "Wassup ma? what you doing here? You good?" I said throwing different questions at her
"Yeah I'm good, you weren't answering the phone so I wanted to make sure you were good." She said looking worried as I pulled her inside.
"Word? You ain't hear back from me and pulled up? Come here." I said putting my hand on her forehead.
"You sure you good?" I asked and she laughed rolling her eyes
"Yes I'm good, don't be dramatic." She said rolling her eyes. "Back to you not answering your phone." She said as we walked into the living room. I sat down on the couch getting comfortable.
"Not gone hold you I was drinking last night and lost my phone. I been using my other joint" I told her
"I know you wasn't drinking and driving..." She said looking at me like she was bouta tell my ass off. I just shook my head laughing
"Of course not mama."
"Mhm, I actually came to apologize..." She said
"Apologize for what? Come here." I said pulling her into my lap. She sat down straddling me, just how I like it while I threw my arms up onto the couch.
"Last night. I was pissed the fuck off and I couldn't keep beating ya baby mother's ass so I said some stuff I didn't mean. Even with all this crazy shit going on around you, I can't deny that you alone bring me peace. You're patient as fuck with me and that's something I know I have to work on. You'd never make me feel bad for something that's out of my control and I know how you get to blaming yourself for shit that's not your fault. I forgot this situation is just as hard on you." She told me
