That's it.!December 5, 2016. How can I forget that day? It was both a blessing and a curse. I can remember the exact hour that he walked into my life and exactly what I was doing. It was a beautiful Monday. Well, I hate Mondays and back then It was my first year in college so I had classes early and hated my job at the school's cafeteria. But, let's just say it was a beautiful Monday because all was well. I remember that I ended work at like 4 ish. For some reason I was going to the library to just work on some homework and be a good student. I was so heart broken because the Love of my life- well, this guy I was in love with for like 4 years, or at least I thought- had dropped off the planet of the earth and left me with so many unanswered questions, doubts and broken wounds that at the time could not be healed. So, there I was at the entrance of the library, sitting on one of those little sits with my laptop. It was not really a place to concentrate or anything, but for some reason I was destined to be there... Our university Library have two sets of doors one must go through before you are actually inside. I was inside and just sitting by the door. I must have been there for a good 20 minutes. The sun was slowly sinking into the bosom of the sea where it find refuge each night and I was sinking into discouragement for the amount of homework that laid ahead. All of the sudden Darryl walked in, look to his right and there I was. Darryl was the president of the Black Student Union club which I regularly attended on Tuesdays. He wasn't a friend nor an enemy, just an over hyped kid who was always so happy for no reason. So it was no surprise that he wanted to say hi. With Darryl was the man who would bring to my life the many tragedies, disappointments, heartbreak, and rejection that I could have never imagined. I remember how beautiful he looked. He had the skin of an African prince, so creamy and soft as if he was being constantly soaked in Shea butter. His big lips were a chocolate fountain one wanted to bathe in and his arms oh my Lord, I could faint just to have these hands catch me. He was so beautiful that I cursed the gods for putting me in his presence. And he talked too. He could talked which was an indicator that he was actually human? Or at least I had hope. Like he actually uttered words at me and even extended his hand to shake mine. Hahaha, I am just kidding. It wasn't like that at all. As a matter of fact I don't even think I looked at him for more tan two seconds. I was so unbothered.
Anyways, Darryl presented me to his friend and in less than a minute, I watched them both take the stairs to go do whatever they had to do. I could care less. I remained on the 3rd floor checking which assignments that were due the next day. Within less than 5 minutes, the stranger came back. I guess he was so impressed wit my accent that he came back to find out where I was from. His first exposition to a real Haitian goddess, dipped in brown honey and god sugar. He was impressed and he came back to seal our fate. So he came around like everything that goes around. "are you from Africa? you have an African accent." You would want to recall that when I met the strange man he told me he was from Africa so I immediately snapped back: " you're not from Africa, cause if you were you would know that I do not have an African accent. I am from Haiti." I guess that was his cue to culture as he proceed to ask me for my number. " I do not give my number to strangers." he added me to Facebook and at that moment I hope that we would never speak to each other again. But of course as the gods would have it, he would come back around over and over again until he took my soul to the depths of hell itself. Brace yourself cause its about to get real, intense, passionate and sad. I am Jane, welcome to the story of the one man who dragged my soul to hell and back and turned me into a cold stone.
