The Mixtape

by Brittainy C. Cherry

His lips tasted like every dream come true, and I loved the way he kissed me back. He kissed me as if he’d missed me for decades before we’d met. His kiss felt like a promise that I needed to feel. As he pulled back, I met his stare and gave him a small smile.

“It’s a sad day when a person needs to use God to cover up their guilt for harsh choices in life,”

“You’re my favorite song on my mixtape.”

I loved her. I was falling in love with her so fast that it should have scared me, but instead I felt happy. Happy . . . I didn’t know I still knew how to feel that way.

Everything will be fine Because your heart beats in sync with mine.

“You should never have to beg for anyone to love you. You should never have to do as they say for them to deem you worthy of their love. That’s not how love works.”

“There will always be an us, Emery.”

We were creating a new story. Breaking generational curses and making new traditions.

Each day was worth living because it led to the better tomorrows, the brighter days, the happily ever after.

This was our life. It had its ups and downs, but without question, it was ours. This was our mixtape, and I was damn proud of it.