I would never agree to having part of her when she owned every part of me. I wanted all of her. And I was going to get that. In time. The possibility of having none of her at all was not a reality I was trying to get used to. Denial wasn’t the word even though plenty of motherfuckers had thrown it my way. It went deeper than that. When I met Majesty, I met the other half of my soul, and I needed that shit back or nothing at all.
