A Love Story with an Expiration Date

Let me tell y’all something about James… Whew, child.

James was one of those men who made you forget yourself for a little while. The kind who had just enough charm, just enough skill (in more ways than one, ahem), and just enough of that I-know-I’m-that-dude energy to keep you hooked. And baby, hooked I was.

But let me also tell you about James’ habits.

This man was the King of Coasting. Like, truly just vibing his way through life with no real direction—just him, his blunt, and whatever the universe threw his way. And listen, I am all for a good time, but I also believe in having a plan, a purpose, a little bit of ambition.

James? Not so much.

He was a heavy smoker, and I don’t mean "every now and then"—I mean the man stayed high. It got to the point where I could barely recognize him when he was sober, and honestly, that just wasn’t my vibe.

But the real kicker? His family loved me.

His sisters, his cousins, even his mama—they all acted like I was some kind of miracle sent from the heavens to finally get James together. His sisters, Tracy and Geo, would literally hype me up every time I came around like,

"Sis, you got him looking like he actually cares about life—KEEP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING!"

They saw me. They saw that I wasn’t just another girl passing through. They saw that I actually brought something to the table. And James? Oh, he LOVED what I brought to the table.

And y’all… I tried. I tried to meet him where he was, but at some point, I had to accept that where he was just wasn’t for me.

Breaking up was hard—harder than I expected. Because for all his flaws, James was comfortable. He was fun. He was good to me in the ways that he knew how to be. But he wasn’t ready for someone like me.

And as much as I wanted to help him grow, I had to admit…

That was never my job.

So yeah, I’m sad. I won’t even lie. But I’m also fine—because at the end of the day, I know I made the right choice.

And if James ever gets his life together, maybe he’ll look back and realize what he had.

But me? I’m moving forward