I go to work on the 15th feeling extra cheerful. Had on an orange dress looking younger than my new age. Legs were showing and all shiny from the massage oil I bought a month before. I even saw a guy I call Adonis who's only 26. He always flirts and well...I deserve...
Even my manager gave me a present of some amethyst earrings. Working Wednesday was everything!
I go home and hang out with Little. Asked if Solomon had come by to check on the handle. She said no and I temporarily fixed the situation. We carried on with our regular lives. Around 7 I get a text from Solomon. Can I come by in about an hour to look at the faucet? CLEARLY I remember saying he could come while I was at work.
Why
Am
I
Being
Tried
Today?
So I responded yes. Regardless of my pride, the handle needed fixing, and he's my landlord. 8 o'clock rolls around and I get a text saying he's on his way up. Now, Solomon is not known to be someone that adhere's to time. Besides communication, timeliness is his achilles heel. He blames it on being Egyptian and them working outside of normal western time. However dude was born and reared in the US.
I hear the soft knock on the door. This isn't an exaggeration or for writing effects. He walks and knocks softly. Open the door. He comes in with toolbox in hand.
"Hey"
"Hello. So you can see I put the handle on and it works. That is until I do this." I moved the handle a little and it fell off. I walked to the couch, sat down and started sending text emojis to my sisterfriend as he looked at the issue. You know, minding my damn business because we aren't friends. Also, he ghosted me.
"How are you doing."
"I'm great thanks for asking." I continue with the texting.
He turns around and walks towards me.
"Man please don't be mad at me. I know you're mad and please don't be mad at me."
I look up and see the pleading in his eyes. Y'all...I was shook. So Solomon has deep feelings, but he doesn't show emotion that often. His eyes told me everything his voice wasn't saying.
I stood up and walked over.
"I'm not mad at you."
"Please don't be mad at me. I can't take that. I thought you would understand of all people what I'm going through."
"Look I'm not mad. Hurt, yes. Mad no. But there's the deal. This between us is unconditional. Do you not realize that? This has no strings, no conditions, no fine print. All I ask is that you don't disappear without a word. I'm not saying don't go do what you need to do, take the time you need to take. No that's never what I've said. I've only asked that you tell me so I can adjust. You know why. You know what it does. And when you thought I did it to you, you panicked. So why would you do it to me? However it's never a condition. I don't love with strings. You as you are is enough and that's how I roll. Even in the tears I pray for you. I pray for all of y'all. All of us."
He started explaining how he wanted to keep texting the day before but felt my energy and deleted. He knew the handle broke because we needed to see each other and talk. It was too long of a time and he had to come out of hiding to talk to me. I told him how he made me feel when he just dipped. How I broke down one day.
Then we spent a few minutes just looking. Not romantically but sending messages telepatically. Little come in and she got some soda then left. Later she told me "Can y'all stop doing that. speak with words please!!! Also I dreamed you two were dating. Are you dating?" Uh no ma'am...mind ya business.
I showed him the business that was created. Told him how it unfolded. Told him "Just because you left, that doesn't mean the mission stopped. I keep going. It's about helping the people and not about you and I tripping. So the mission keeps going."
Then I talked him about how I kept my word to him even when we weren't talking. He was shocked.
"My loyalty doesn't just stand when you make me happy. It's there even when I'm hurting and we aren't speaking. Ghosting me doesn't make me disloyal."
He started fixing the handle and we cleared the air some more. He told me he was still not ready to come all the way back in, but he was proud. Happy that I kept going and was sorry for making me feel the way he did. He kept apologizing for things and still asking me to not be mad. Again with the pleading eyes. Even today that look makes me so sad. It's not the "awwww love" look. His eyes told of some unspoken about pain that if I left then there would be no one else who believed in him around. That I know the real Solomon. If I'm gone who will be there? It's the same feeling I have about him.
Then he was gone again for another week...
Even my manager gave me a present of some amethyst earrings. Working Wednesday was everything!
I go home and hang out with Little. Asked if Solomon had come by to check on the handle. She said no and I temporarily fixed the situation. We carried on with our regular lives. Around 7 I get a text from Solomon. Can I come by in about an hour to look at the faucet? CLEARLY I remember saying he could come while I was at work.
Why
Am
I
Being
Tried
Today?
So I responded yes. Regardless of my pride, the handle needed fixing, and he's my landlord. 8 o'clock rolls around and I get a text saying he's on his way up. Now, Solomon is not known to be someone that adhere's to time. Besides communication, timeliness is his achilles heel. He blames it on being Egyptian and them working outside of normal western time. However dude was born and reared in the US.
I hear the soft knock on the door. This isn't an exaggeration or for writing effects. He walks and knocks softly. Open the door. He comes in with toolbox in hand.
"Hey"
"Hello. So you can see I put the handle on and it works. That is until I do this." I moved the handle a little and it fell off. I walked to the couch, sat down and started sending text emojis to my sisterfriend as he looked at the issue. You know, minding my damn business because we aren't friends. Also, he ghosted me.
"How are you doing."
"I'm great thanks for asking." I continue with the texting.
He turns around and walks towards me.
"Man please don't be mad at me. I know you're mad and please don't be mad at me."
I look up and see the pleading in his eyes. Y'all...I was shook. So Solomon has deep feelings, but he doesn't show emotion that often. His eyes told me everything his voice wasn't saying.
I stood up and walked over.
"I'm not mad at you."
"Please don't be mad at me. I can't take that. I thought you would understand of all people what I'm going through."
"Look I'm not mad. Hurt, yes. Mad no. But there's the deal. This between us is unconditional. Do you not realize that? This has no strings, no conditions, no fine print. All I ask is that you don't disappear without a word. I'm not saying don't go do what you need to do, take the time you need to take. No that's never what I've said. I've only asked that you tell me so I can adjust. You know why. You know what it does. And when you thought I did it to you, you panicked. So why would you do it to me? However it's never a condition. I don't love with strings. You as you are is enough and that's how I roll. Even in the tears I pray for you. I pray for all of y'all. All of us."
He started explaining how he wanted to keep texting the day before but felt my energy and deleted. He knew the handle broke because we needed to see each other and talk. It was too long of a time and he had to come out of hiding to talk to me. I told him how he made me feel when he just dipped. How I broke down one day.
Then we spent a few minutes just looking. Not romantically but sending messages telepatically. Little come in and she got some soda then left. Later she told me "Can y'all stop doing that. speak with words please!!! Also I dreamed you two were dating. Are you dating?" Uh no ma'am...mind ya business.
I showed him the business that was created. Told him how it unfolded. Told him "Just because you left, that doesn't mean the mission stopped. I keep going. It's about helping the people and not about you and I tripping. So the mission keeps going."
Then I talked him about how I kept my word to him even when we weren't talking. He was shocked.
"My loyalty doesn't just stand when you make me happy. It's there even when I'm hurting and we aren't speaking. Ghosting me doesn't make me disloyal."
He started fixing the handle and we cleared the air some more. He told me he was still not ready to come all the way back in, but he was proud. Happy that I kept going and was sorry for making me feel the way he did. He kept apologizing for things and still asking me to not be mad. Again with the pleading eyes. Even today that look makes me so sad. It's not the "awwww love" look. His eyes told of some unspoken about pain that if I left then there would be no one else who believed in him around. That I know the real Solomon. If I'm gone who will be there? It's the same feeling I have about him.
Then he was gone again for another week...
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