The Love of My life
Iyana WIlson
It was 2:30, almost 3:00, when I was finally going to see the love of my life, face-to-face. We had been dating online for nine months, but he lived in California and I lived in New York. Recently he'd gotten enough money to buy a plane ticket to fly over here.
The night before he arrived I couldn't sleep at all. I was sweating like a wet dog and my heart was racing at 100 mph. I just couldn’t stop thinking about how I would finally be able to see him. At 2:35 I ran towards my car and started heading to the airport.
The whole time I was driving to the airport I was just imagining how I would finally be able to hug and kiss him after Skyping for nine, long months. Ever since I got the news I couldn't stop smiling. The closer I got to the airport the faster my heart started beating. I parked my car by Terminal B and got out. I went in and walked towards his gate's exit. I felt like time was going slow, like I was waiting for eternity. People started coming out of the exit and I looked eagerly to see if he was there, until finally people stopped coming.
“Maybe he’s just taking a while to get his luggage...” I thought to myself. I sat down and waited until I finally realized he wasn't coming.
“He wasn't even all that, with his broke, ugly, annoying ass!” You know what I don't need— a man. I am a strong, independent, Black woman. I don't need his lying ass…!”
I got to my house and immediately started blocking him on every social media account he had. For the rest of