Someone once said to me, “Slow and steady wins the race.” But honestly, I don’t really see that as a suitable theory when it comes to giving your heart to someone. Advertisements
Read Part One here, Read Part Two here. BEFORE IT ALL FELL APART It was the perfect Saturday morning. I woke up hungover and hungry for Dunkin Donuts (naturally). I called up Josh and I headed up to his apartment. I was a mess as usual, but being hungover just makes me more sassy and loving of all things in the world.
Read Part One here. MY COOL BOSTON GUY I looked at Josh like he was the greatest thing in the world. We were surrounded by magnificent buildings and views in the center of Manhattan on 51st and Lexington, taking a break at a peaceful fountain on our trek to my apartment. But the cityscape didn’t matter. The fact that I was starving didn’t matter. All that mattered was him at that moment. And I couldn’t help but smile.
It’s no secret that I’m an open book. In fact, I’m easily the most open of books. I’m practically a travel brochure. I usually blame this on my astrology as a wandering and open Sagittarius. If Taylor Swift’s birthday was the day after yours, you’d be a little open too.
Read Part One here. 2 a.m. crying on the floor. At this point, I hadn’t spoken to Jayden Tucker in months. We tried connecting when I first got word I was going to be a PR intern in NYC but let’s just say he didn’t try quite hard enough.
Oh LAWD. What am I doing…why am I on the floor right now…why am I crying? I knew leading up to this that I had yet to reach my low point, but I didn’t think it would happen on a night when my best friend was visiting me in New York City. Poor Penny. Homegirl didn’t know I was about to be leavin’ her at a New York nightclub on her first visit to the city. So much SMH on my end. So much emotional instability.