But, uncharacteristically, a short note was left on the pillow next to me:Have an important early meeting. Took Ferbz’s bike.Last night? Unforgettable.I’ll ache for you all day.P.S I’m still sorry.Folding the note until it was a minuscule piece of hard paper in my palm, I tossed it in the nightstand drawer and slugged out of bed. I remembered the hurt from the night before, but it was fleeting, considering he spent the rest of night trying to make it up to me.I heard his apology, I felt it, and I saw it.I wouldn’t try to find an excuse for his behaviour or try to justify it. But I could forgive. And he was forgiven, sin forgotten.Just like every other morning for the past 5 plus years, this morning was no different: I woke up madly in love with Jahleel Kingston. Not only that, but I was flat-out happy.It had taken a long time, but the feat was now accomplished. Jahleel was now mine. My man. We were in a relationship. An exclusive relationship. And though it was kiddish to believe in promises, I believed him when he promised me he’d never hurt me again.There was just one thing hanging over our heads: My tour.
