Copyright / Warning

I let him go.

It was one of the most bittersweet moments I've ever had. Harlem was never the same when he left to chase his dreams. The same dream we used to stay up at night talking about. I watched from the side lines as he achieved his success. And I was nothing but happy for him.

Life had to keep moving forward. I, had to keep moving forward. And I did, at least so I thought.

When news surfaces that East was back in Harlem I can't help but feel terrified. After all this time what would happened between us? Would he even acknowledge me?

Life can be a freckle bitch sometimes. Giving you second chances even when you didn't think it was possible.