Is There An Ex That You’d Take Back?

WORDS BY MISTYBLUE

Charles was the love of my life. It had been 10 years since we had last seen each other, with I in Los Angeles and he in Virginia. He had married, divorced and was single again. When I heard the news of his marriage, devastation consumed me.

I didn’t function properly for weeks.

When I heard the news of his divorce, however, a great joy and hope beyond words filled my soul. Perhaps, maybe… it was time to take a trip back home. Since my mother died four years ago, I felt that there was nothing there for me.

Maybe now that had all changed…

I would go back if there was any hope. Hope that Charles and I would get back together, that he could love me again. In a flash, I would drop my life and go home.

Home to Charles.

The artist.

My lover.

He is the only man I ever loved with my entire existence. I would live, breathe and die for him. If only he knew. Could understand. I would do anything…anything to make him come back to me.

No other man compared to Charles. He was my sun, my moon and my stars. He was the puppeteer and I was and would forever be his puppet.

The plane landed. I checked into the hotel. It felt strange to be home… comforting almost. Charles' show was in a few hours. I would lay eyes on him for the first time in a decade.

My stomach ached. Did flips.

I dressed, taking care that I was flawless.

Breathtaking.

The gallery was abuzz. Charles' work was phenomenal as always, people everywhere. I sauntered in. All eyes diverted to this Black woman wearing the peach low-cut cashmere sweater with the satin ribbon.

This vision.

I wanted to browse. See if he would know I was there. See if he could feel my presence.

I was right.

He felt me.

“Ms. Hurst,” I heard from behind. It was him. My heart leapt from my chest. I felt him, his soul, his being.

“Mr. Jackson,” I smiled back.

We hugged. Laughed. He couldn’t stop staring. Neither could I.

Small talk.

I wanted to feel him inside me. For him to stay there, joined to me forever.

When the show was over, he walked me to my rental. “Come here," he beckoned, as we reached the vehicle. "I want to tell you something.”

He kissed me—long and hard—just the way I remember it on the rainy day we fell in love. Long. Deep. Strong. Certain.

“Can I come hold you tonight?” he whispered.

Breathlessly, I managed to murmur, “Yes.”

I made it back to my suite before he did. I had time to get myself together. My nerves got the better of me. I needed him. Wanted him still. His touch. Just one more time.

Then came the knock at the door.

He came in.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I said. “I'm going to hop in the shower really fast.”

He was here. With me. Finally…after all these years. Could it be? God, please bring him back to me.

Warm water ran across my body. I closed my eyes. Lost myself in my thoughts. I didn't even hear the bathroom door creak open. I was still lost in my thoughts. My wishes. My dreams. I didn’t even notice he was there. Watching. Longing just as I was desiring him in my mind.

My heart.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I turned, and faced his naked body.

The water ran down my back. Across my round ass.

Instant arousal.

He could always do that to me…make me orgasm with words and nothing more.

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