Alexia was holding my heart in her hands, all I could do was hope she didn’t throw it down and stop on it, that would be my undoing for god damn sure. The following day at work I called Peaches to my office so I could talk to her about it, another chic’s point of view was definitely what I needed. She pulled her blindfold off when she walked in, “You wanted to see me?” I laid my cell phone on the desk, “Read all that and tell me what the fuck is going through her head. It’s all about as clear as mud to me.” I told her. She spent the next ten minutes reading and re-reading all of the messages, then she slid my phone back to me. “Well, obviously she’s worried that she’s not good enough for you, and she thinks this is all because of the sex.” “I know that much but what the hell do I have to do to prove to her that it’s not?” “Don’t have sex with her, just spend time with her, don’t overdo it by telling her what is so great about her all the time. She’s afraid that, in your mind you only see the good things, we all have our flaws… she probably thinks when you start seeing her flaws you’ll treat her like you have the others.”
