A Bittersweet Reunion
It was June 25st, 1993, four days after being released from prison, I walked on to 193rd street and Fairview Avenue where I was living with my Godmother. My God sister Lily and some of her girlfriends were hanging out on top of the street for me. I thought this unusual since they always tended to stay in the courtyard of their building more down the hill. They were anxiously waiting for me to return to the block from where ever it was I was coming from. Lily addressed me.
“Psycho. Someone’s waiting for you in the house.” She informed me in a giddy manner.
“Not parole?” I started feeling anxious just by the thought since it was past my 9 pm curfew.
“No. It’s a female.”
“That’s good. Who?”
“Laura.”
They all studied the expression on my face to see how I was going to react. Everybody who knew Laura and I, knew our history and knew this day was finally was going to come. I wouldn’t have been surprised to find out if some people even bet on whether or not I would take her back into my life after not seeing her for over 5 years.
“Oh.” I said nonchalantly. “Thanks for giving me the heads up.”
I continued walking to the building and into my Godmother’s apartment. Laura was sitting in the kitchen talking with my Godmother Pilar. I greeted Pilar first with a hug and a kiss. Then I greeted Laura with a kiss on the cheek as easily as if I had just saw her the day before.
“Hey, what’s up, stranger? It’s nice to see you.”
Laura was visibly nervous, which I found charming. Her voice cracked when she spoke.
“You look good. Really good.” She said looking me up and down. She felt my arms.
“Nice.”
“Thanks. This is what happens when you work out two times a day for five years.”
“Not bad.”
I checked Laura out as well. She gained a few pounds in the mid-section but overall she looked good too.
“You look good too. I thought you’ll be 300 pounds by now.” I teased.
“That’s fucked up, Vincent.”
“Well, I’ve heard that you had two kids while I was away and you do like to eat.”
“Yeah, I have two boys.”
“Nice.”
She told me the names but I forget.
“And the father?”
“He got locked up.”
“Damm, you’re a bad luck bitch when it comes to dudes.”
“I know. I know.
Laura and I went into my humble room and sat on the window sill facing each other. It was really nice to see her.
“Vincent, my mother is dying. She has weeks left and I can’t cope.”
“Damm, I’m really sorry to hear that.”
“Vincent, if only we can go back in time.”
“That’s nice, but life isn’t song. You can’t go back in time.”
“Vincent, I’m sorry. Can’t we give it another shot. We made such a good couple.”
“We did, but that was then. There’s no way we’re ever getting back together.”
“Don’t be mad at me. I was young. I didn’t know better. I need you.”
“Laura, I was never mad at you. I was hurt, disappointed and heartbroken, but I was never mad at you.”
I paused. Laura just stared at me, struggling to find something to say.
“Laura, do you know how it feels be sleeping at 3 o’clock in the afternoon with blankets over your head in the middle of July because you’re paralyzed with heartbreak?”
Laura’s eye’s watered.
“My family was good enough to let you continue living with them on the strength of me and you couldn’t even come visit me once. And then every weekend when they did come visit me, all they could do is tell me about who you were fucking with on my own block. Making out with motherfuckers in the hallway, like nobody was going to come out the house and see. And all I had was time to think about these things. Nothing but time. That’s fucked up, Laura. I never expected you to be faithful, but damm, couldn’t you take it to the Bronx or Queens?”
Tears came down Laura’s eyes.
“I fucked up!”
“I know you did. Everything I ever did, I did for us until the very last day. I always put you first. But you know what, dispite all that shit, I still find it very good to see you. I can’t lie, I have some resentment, but I still love you.”
“So we can get back together?”
“No.”
“Please.”
I’m sorry, Laura. As a man, that’s not an option.”
Laura then came close to me and kissed me. I took the kiss. As we made out, she unzippered my shorts and took out my dick. She went on her knees and sucked it. After a while, we took it to the bed. I didn’t go down on her, but instead, I gave her the very best fuck I was capable of and didn’t stop till the sheets on my bed was drenched wet and Laura was sucking air to catch my breathe. I made a conscious decision not to cuddle,least I send mixed signals. This wasn’t love. It was strictly a fuck. A very good one at that.
“Oh my fucking God. I can’t take it like that anymore.”
I looked at her doubtfully.
“Sure you can.”
After I cleaned myself and got dressed. I tossed her a clean, damp washcloth.
“You always used to wipe me clean.”
“Remember?”
“You changed. You really changed a lot.”
“Of course I did. Thanks to you.”
Laura looked at me. Absorbing the fact that it was really over.
“Get home safe.”
“Where are you going?”
“Just outside. I’ll see you when you leave.”
I went in front of the building to flirt with one of the girls I had my eye on, not caring if Laura saw or not. She did and left my block, fighting back the tears. .I didn’t hear from Laura until my birthday.
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