3 Days to 15 Years

I Knew

I knew J was the one b/c of two things. 


1: In 1996, J's cousin was colossally mean to me. I was crying and telling J what she had said. J reached up, wiped my nose with his bare fingers and continued to listen to me tell my tale of woe. No man had ever done that for me. That's love!

2: In 1998, J and I reunited after almost 3 years. Towards the end of that week, J held me. When I was in his arms, I felt like I was home. That I belonged in J’s arms. I literally remember thinking: "I've come home."