Love is the one memory that one could never, ever, forget; because even if one has lost its mind, the feeling of love will always remains in the heart; curing every emotion to ever be felt. The antidote to it all.
Last night, she'd fallen asleep on the phone with Kentrell, but ended it as soon as she woke up to get ready for church. She assumed that he was just now waking up and realizing that the call was no longer on.
They'd been talking for the last few days, nothing too serious, yet. Dream was cooler than he'd thought, and was so easy to talk to, too. She was growing on him, quickly. It was low-key upsetting him because this wasn't apart of the 'plan'.
Dayvon, on the other hand, hadn't talked to Dream in over a week. She was ignoring everything. The flowers and gifts he sent, his messages, his calls-she ignored it all. She wasn't sure if she was teaching him a lesson or not. There wasn't a reason to lie like she didn't miss him though.
As much as she tried to put this tough act on, she missed him, a lot. Ignoring him was hard, especially because he was trying so hard to 'win her back'. Dream didn't want to be won over though. They wouldn't have even been in this position if he wouldn't have done what he did.
Glancing down at her phone again, she read over Dayvon's message, and chewed the inside of her cheek as she did so.
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She sighed under her breath as she pulled in her garage, conflicted on what to do. She missed him so much though; so much that it was battling against her better mind that was telling her to continue ignoring him.
"Hey pooh. Come on, go outside." She held the backdoor to her house open after letting Midnight out of the cage, then watched as he wasted no time to get the zoomies in the backyard.
She sat on her porch swing, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she thought about what to text Dayvon. The only thing on her mind was, 'fuck it'.
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Standing up from the rocking swing, Dream went back in her house, passing by the two bouquets of roses that was on her kitchen counter as she headed towards her bedroom.
Ariana and Jayda had told her what to expect as soon as she took him back, and they'd assumed that the first thing he would do was something sexual to make up for what he'd done. Though Dream didn't see the logic in that, she wouldn't be passing it up this time. She had nothing else to do, so, why not?
