Love's Pov

They say whatever you are doing on New Year's Eve is what you will be doing all year. I can't believe it is New Year's eve already. Time Is flying. Camila convinced me to stay downtown at The Rio for the weekend. Since we graduated in June, we no longer had the luxury of a suite on campus.

She told me last night she got a job in Miami and will leave next week, so not only are we bringing in the new year, I want to send my girl off right. I am so sad but happy that we both have been able to work in our field, a remarkable accomplishment with being new graduates.

After graduation, I received a promotion at work. I am now a Senior Manager in charge of Customer Relations and Events. And thanks to all the extra time I had over the last nine months, I started a Personal shopper business that has become quite lucrative. So tonight is a celebration and a going away party.

I am ready for the new year and a new beginning. Last year kicked my ass, and this year wasn't any kinder. Everything was just too much, Mehki breaking up with me. Having to deal with that crazy-ass Temor. The twins are going overseas to play ball. Sincere and I had a major falling out, and I didn't see him for months.

Trying to mask all the pain and confusion and prevent me from slipping back into silence, I clubbed so much with Mila that at this point, I don't care if I don't ever see a club again. Well, not for a while, at least. I'm probably going to die clubbing.

Over the summer, I kept running into Temor. He would never speak, just look at me. After our indirect exchange outside the Dome, I felt like I was no longer interested. Then I would see him with different chicks and feel jealous. There were a couple of times that I saw him, and we made eye contact. I thought he would come and speak, but he never did.

I just chalked it up to it wasn't meant for us to be together. It was just what I thought it was...just hanging out and having fun.

I still think about the two days we spent together. I've never felt that connected to anyone other than my very first boyfriend. Temor and my connection was just so intense. It was like we just clicked, and everything worked. I knew walking away was the right thing to do. I didn't trust myself to try and go for that ride.

I felt so comfortable with him, I thought we had connected on a deeper level, but I am leaving all that shit behind and starting fresh for the new year.

Looking at myself in the mirror while waiting for Camilla to come out of the bathroom, I love the girl I see looking back at me finally. I want a dramatic look to match my new haircut. It is tapered on the sides and full on top. It looks good if I blow-dry it or leave it curly.

Everyone liked it, but my dad, he doesn't think women should have short hair, but oh well, I look fly as hell.

Tonight I am wearing a long-sleeve jean dress that zips up the front. The denim has lycra, so it stretches, hugging my body perfectly, accentuating my small waist and curvy hips. I am rocking it with a pair of snakeskin boots.

I unzip the dress, so it's open enough for my ta-tas to be displayed. I must say the girls look good.

The only jewelry I am wearing tonight is the cascading diamond earrings that Sincere sent me for Christmas. I still wish he would have come to celebrate the new year with me, but he decided it would be a bad idea. He needs a fresh start just like I do, bittersweet but necessary. 

❤ Love Quotes..

"if you love someone, set them free; if they come back to you, it was meant to be."