*Update on my romantic life*
One time my boyfriend was working in Kentucky for a week, and we were fighting over the phone and not getting along.
We had a really big fight one night and it was the first time I hung up the phone without either of us saying I love you. So I couldn't sleep all night. Once 3am came around, I decided "fuck it all". I bought a plane ticket from Los Angeles to Louisville, packed a tiny bag, drove 2 hours to LAX, jumped on a 13 hour plane, and landed in Kentucky around 7pm...without even telling him.
So I called him and he answered the phone like, "Hey baby, listen I've been wanting to apologize-"
I cut him off with a bitchy, "Where are you?"
This poor guy started stumbling, "I'm driving home from the show, I'm just going to stay in for the night."
"I want you to be at Fourth Street Live, 8 o'clock. Don't be late."
For those who haven't been to Fourth Street in Kentucky, it's a big courtyard style street in the middle of downtown that has a bunch of music venues, bars, and restaurants. Similar to Fremont Street in Vegas, but it's tiny and classier. There's a warm kind of light in Kentucky.
I hopped into an uber and drove down to Fourth Street, walked to the inside middle corner of the courtyard and looked all over the place like a maniac.
At exactly 8 o'clock, I saw him. It took a couple moments before he saw me. I remember just admiring my man in his dignified black dress shirt and movado, caramel skin, looking super fine as fuck and in charge of shit. I smiled so much my cheeks hurt.
When we locked eyed, I ran across the entire street, weaving through strangers and parties, until I flung myself into his arms. I gripped him super tight in a long needed hug, sort of jumping up and down with excitement. He pulled me off of him, cupped my face in his hands, and I noticed he was crying. He said, "I love you." And I said I loved him too. Just like we should've said the night before. We kissed, and it was more magical than any kiss before.
We spent most of the night in bed, talking about our futures. And he said nobody had ever surprised him like that before, nobody had ever been that excited to see him before, and it made him feel so special.
Later the motherfucker cheated on me, told me it was annoying when I cried, kicked me out of his house with nowhere to go because I had a cold, and threatened to sabotage my career. So I squashed that shit rull fuckin quick.
The best times are always with the worst people. *sigh*
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