We all spent the day watching TV, holed up in our suites, talking, playing games, and in Nyako’s and my case, fuckingevery chance we got. When we boarded our plane this morning after finally getting the clearance, I was reluctant to say it, but I admitted internally that I would miss her.
“My ride’s here,” she announced, pointing at the Mercedes S-class limo that pulled up.
“You take care, beautiful.”
“You too. Thank you for a very happy Valentine’s weekend,” she replied.
I nodded and winked. She walked to the car, and as the chauffeur put her luggage in the trunk, she ran back to me and kissed my lips before walking away. My eyes dropped to that tight ass of hers, and I wanted one more run at it. We had agreed to go our separate ways without exchanging contact information. Neither of us needed or wanted more than what we shared, and we knew that if it was meant to be, somehow, we would run across each other’s paths again.
My ride pulled up minutes after hers, and I climbed inside. I sat back and fingered the screen of my phone as he pulled away from the curb. There was no place like the present than to confront the issues that I didn’t want to confront.
I dialed the number that I knew by heart. I knew that she wouldn’t recognize mine, because I had it changed after we broke up last year.
“Hello?”
“Natika.”
“Navy?”
“I just wanted to call and say congratulations. I hope that you finally got your happily ever after, and I wish you nothing but love and happiness.”
She was silent for several seconds before she finally spoke.
“I’ve thought about us a lot since that day. I know that I was wrong, Navy, and I tried calling to apologize, but you changedyour number. You didn’t deserve that or the way they drug you on social media.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“I’m sorry, and I hope that one day you can forgive me.”
“I already have,” I replied with a sigh, shocked to find that it was true.
“I think I was more enamored with the idea of being engaged and married than actually marrying you.”
“Are you enamored with him?”
“I am. I love him, Navy.”
“Good for you,” I replied, trying not to let that sting go too deep. “I hope he treats you right.”
“He does. I pray that you find a woman who deserves you and appreciates the good man that you are.”
“I think I already have,” I mumbled.
“Oh. What’s her name?”
“Don’t know if she’s meant to be mine, Tika. I do know she’s the perfect one for me.”
“I wish you luck with that then, and I hope you don’t miss your opportunity.”
“Yeah, we’ll see what destiny has planned. Have a good life, Natika.”
“Thank you, Navy.”
I ended the call. It hadn’t occurred to me until this morning when I was chatting with Nyako, that I really was over Natika. I wasn’t over the embarrassment and the hurt feelings, but I was over what we had, and I didn’t miss it anymore. I hadn’t been able to realize it, because my mind had been too clouded with alcohol and wild women.
For the first time in a long while, I felt peace in my heart. I pulled my phone up and clicked into the Sociogram app. After contemplating for a few seconds, I went live.
“Hey, peeps. It’s ya boy Navy, and I just wanted to drop in to see if y’all saw the game against the Toronto Tarantulas. We crushed that shit!” I chuckled as I read off and replied to some of the comments. After a few minutes, I got to the questions everyone wanted to know.
