Jagged Edges

by Grey Huffington

Each day, I was fighting to let go of the survivor my mom had made me at such a young age to a thriver with plans to be the best version of woman that I could be.

They say money can’t buy you happiness, but I sure as hell beg the difference.”

I didn’t know her story and neither did I have to. It was her heart that I felt drawn to. With all its massiveness, seemingly needing someone to help relieve her of all the love it had to give. I was him.

The person in need of every ounce that she was willing to pour into me. I’d saved so many people along my journey and for once, I wanted a savior. Someone to save me from myself and my loneliness. I wasn’t asking for much. Companionship was my only requirement and I’d handle the rest. All of it.

There was simply something about seeing someone with nigga in their blood thrive beyond the world’s expectations. It got my blood pumping and filled me with unspeakable gratitude.

“I don’t have a dream job, Bello. I don’t dream of working at all, especially not out of necessity. I dream of enjoying my days and anticipating my nights because they’re filled with bliss, instead of dreading the rising of the sun because it means the beginning of a new work day. To be totally honest, I hate working and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I’m simply surviving and for now, work is necessary to do so,”

“Like I said before, love, I’m here to make your life simpler. The minute I stop doing that, drop my ass with a quickness. I’m the only source of financial aid you’ll need from this point on. I’ll set up an account for your monthly expenses. All you have to do is tell me exactly what you need and the money will be there.”

“Because you’ve been carrying this load far too long and it was given to you far too soon. I’m here now. You can give it all to me to bear.”

His compliments were like gasoline to a fire. They sat well with me, breaking down barriers I didn’t know existed. I loved that for him and I loved that for me.