I left my apartment, with my Ipod in my ears listening to Aaliyah singing The One I Gave My Heart To. Wondering the exact same thing she was singing. How could the one I gave my heart to break my heart so bad? Then I hear that voice, that voice that I’ve been missing, say my name, “Mystique!â€?, like it was a dream.
I quickly turn around to see if it was him. “Yes, wait Jay?â€?
“You remember?â€?
“Of course.â€?
He stood, not saying a word, and neither did I. I didn’t know what to say. After the break-up I rehearsed a million things to say to cuss him out in case I ever say him again. But now, standing in front of him, they all went away. The only thing I wanted to do was kiss him, to feel his soft lips on mine. I knew he wanted to do the same because the exact moment I thought it, he pulled me close to him and gently kissed my lips.