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I walked out of the airport and looked around for my Uber.

Once I found the car, I went to it and put my one suitcase in the trunk.

Afterwards, I got inside the car and he drove me to the hotel that I'd be staying at for now.

I walked into the hotel and left my suitcase at the door.

As soon as I made it to the bed, I took my shoes off and climbed underneath the covers.

I told myself not to but I couldn't help but to look through all of the memories that Michael and I had.

I'm pretty sure if I had one, my best friend would be telling me to "stand up."

I can't stand up right now though.

I've been dating Michael for six years, since we were freshman in high school.

I didn't have much being that I lived with my grandmother, who was barely making any money, and Michael still chose me over everybody.

What made me like him more is that he was the total opposite of me.

He was a pretty boy and a middle class nerd.

Me on the other hand, I was a low class, dumb ghetto bitch.

He loved and wanted me through it all, he didn't care what anybody had to say.

We even gave ourselves away to each other and he still remained.

Once I had turned eighteen and my grandma had died, I moved into Michael's apartment with him.

This happened immediately after we graduated.

Although he didn't tell them that I was living with him, he let me meet his family.

That didn't go well at all but Michael didn't care that his family didn't fuck with me.

Since he'd owned his own business that was very productive, he told me I didn't have to work.

I just had to do most of the housekeeping.

Michael and I had began planning for a baby until that plan fell off.

Then that's when all hell started to break loose.

I'm guessing his love for me started fading and I waited too long to pick up the pieces so it led us here.

My mind wandered off about my mom and I began trying to figure out a way I could get in touch with her.

Since she's one of the top real estate agents here in Florida and she has a lot of clout, it's going to be really hard to get in touch with her.

It's also going to be hard being that she doesn't really fuck with me.

She left me with my grandmother before she moved to Miami on her own.

I'm not sure why she left but all I remember is that her and my grandmother would argue nonstop when I was around ten years old.

If I had to guess I believe that they argued because she was never around and never helped out.

My mama probably had gotten tired of her nagging and she just left.

She didn't even think to take me along with her, she just up and left.

My father was nowhere to be found, I've never met this man a day in my life.

It's like he and my mother treated me as if I was a mistake.

Shit everybody except for my grandma did.

None of our other family members fucked with us either.

So when I say I had nobody after my grandmother died except for Michael, I had nobody.

Now I have nobody at all, except for someone who doesn't want and has never wanted me.

Who knows though, this whole situation could be for the better.

As soon as I woke up I reached over onto the nightstand to grab my phone.

I went through my notifications hoping to see a dm from my mom.

Last night I had messaged her on Instagram letting her know that I'm in Florida and I'd like to meet with her.

I'm guessing she didn't even bother to open the dm or see it.

I sighed as I put my phone on the charger.

No matter how hard I tried not to, I could not get the thought of Michael and I out of my head.

I wanted so badly to get myself together and go do something that would get my mind off of him, but I couldn't.