Love From The Past

Love From The Past

By JA Lafrance

Little Black Book Files

As I sit here on my front porch listening to Who Do You Love by Marianas Trench and staring at the box sitting in front of my door, I have to wonder, who sent it?

It’s not what’s inside, at this point in my life if it’s a bomb, then so be it. My life hasn’t been very nice to me since I ran away from him.

Who is he? Let me tell you about Kevyn Marks, better known to the world as Doc Turner. He is an international hip hop artist, with many awards behind his name, and just as many women who would bend to his will.

What the world doesn’t know is that Doc Turner, isn’t a lady’s man, he has and always will be a wholesome man who puts on a front for the world.

I met Kevyn in fourth grade, and it started a friendship that knows no end until it changed, and we became high school sweethearts.

During our senior year, our love was strong, despite all the hate-filled comments that were thrown at us. We stayed strong as a couple until he got signed to his record label, and they handed him over that little black book. Not just any little black book a Moleskine black book, where the pages feel like silk and the names and numbers written on them are like a sexually driven swipe of the pen.

I should have trusted in what we had, believed that he was mine, and would never cheat on me, and I did until the pictures and images of him standing with beautiful women from all over the world started to appear. Then the taunts from the kids in our school, and eventually every single adult who thought it was their place to weigh in on what Kevyn was doing.

“You know that boy will forget you even existed, right?” That was the final straw that snapped me back into my reality. A reality where I was the go-between for my sister, who had taken that brave step and told our parents that she was a lesbian. I fully backed her and that made my parents angry. “You never go against your parents”, “she is just confused”, “we should have punished her more”. I heard them all until I decided enough was enough, and I left with her in the middle of the night. I fully support a person’s right to choose who they love.

That was six years ago and my sister has since found the love of her life, and they are currently living their best life, while I sit here on my front porch staring at a box and wondering where I went wrong.

With a sigh, I stand up and walk towards the package that I have decided to pull up my big girl pants and find out what is actually in the box.

Bending down to pick it up, I take it towards my kitchen, placing it on the kitchen table and grabbing the scissors to slowly slice into the box.

As the ends of the tap snap and the flaps plop open, I notice a few things that make me gasp. On the very top is an envelope that has ‘Read First’, and I know instantly that Kevyn has found me.

Taking the package and the envelope to the living room I sit on the couch and prepare to see what I lost out on.

Hey Baby,

I finally found where you took off too, and let me tell you that makes me the happiest man in the world. You are and will always be the only woman in the world who holds my heart, and I never want it back.

I understand that after I left you had it the hardest, and for that, I am so sorry. You were supposed to have protection from my boys, come to find out that they were your biggest tormentors and the ones that broke you. They will never be forgiven for that.

Now the reason for this letter. I want you. There is no other way to put it, but I want you in my life, with my last name, and my place to come home to. You are home for me.

Open the box, and please read everything that is said to you.

The first thing you will notice is THE little black book. This is the bain to my existence and the sole reason you aren’t in my arms right now. It was never my intent to make you feel like that book was anything more to me than just a book handed to me by my record label. I want you to open it up and look inside, then move to the next letter.

You are the reason that I became what I am today.

If loving you meant that I couldn’t rap, then I would always choose you.

Kevyn.

I wipe at the tears in my eyes and stare at the box, it could hold so much potential. Could this be what I need to finally have the man that will always hold my heart.

Leaning over the box, I peek inside, and right on top is that book, the one that everyone told me was filled to the brim with models phone numbers.

I reach in and pick up the book sitting back on the couch and staring at the offending book.

Slowly opening up the book, as if this Moleskine is going to burn me. The first thing I notice is an envelope, on it, it says ‘open after looking’. I place it beside me and am blasted with the first page. There in Kevyn’s handwriting is ‘Kevyn loves Kemberlee, Forever’.

I turn the pages slowly, looking at the numbers in the book, none are for models, groupies, or ladies that aren’t executives. I run my hand down the page, taking in the soft texture of the paper and I smile before letting the sob escape from my mouth.

The envelope is sitting beside me as the tears fall down my face, he never cheated like all the people close to him said. I close the book and lift the envelope into my hand, slow guiding one finger through the side to open it, before dumping it on my lap.

Two things take me by surprise, there is a check and another letter.

Sweetheart,

I know all those people I used to think where my friends put things into that beautiful brain of yours, but none of them were correct. I never wanted anyone else.

The check is for two things. I want you to take a portion of it and go on a shopping spree, buy stuff that is fitting for a trip around the world, including suitcases. For the rest I want you to pay off the minimal debt you have accumulated and bank the rest.

In forty-eight hours I will finally have you in my arms, and I plan on making it permanent.

See you soon my love,

Kevyn

I gasp as I read the letter over again, shocked that he knew of the minimal debt I had collected.

I look at the check and the neatly written ‘twenty thousand dollars’ signed by Kevyn and his publicist, made out to me.

My phone rings and I jump before reaching for the table and answering it without looking at the call display.

“Hello,”

“Say that again, please?” a deep voice says.

“H-h-hello? Who is this?” I don’t need to ask because my body already knows that it’s Kevyn.

“It’s me, baby, I knew you would doubt that this is all real, so I got in contact with your sister. She is the one that helped me set this all up. She knows how much you still love me, and I proved to her how much you mean to me.”

“Kevyn, I-I, um. I don’t know what to say.” The check is burning a hole in my hand.

“Say you’ll see me in forty-eight hours.”

“Are you sure?” I have never been so nervous in my life.

“I have never been as sure of anything, as I am that I want you to be my wife and the future mother of my kids.”

A smile blossoms across my face, as my heart starts to pound, “I’ll see you in forty-eight, handsome.”

I hear cheering in the background, before Kevyn whispers, “Kimberlee, I love you with all my heart. I can’t wait to have you in my arms. See you very soon, my love.”

As the click of the phone enters my brain, I start to panic. I have a short period of time to get to the bank, pay off my credit card, and shop before I head to the airport and a love that has always been everlasting.

I didn’t realize how quickly forty-eight hours passes when you are in a rush to get everything done.

Now here I am, waiting to deboard the plane and head into the airport. I have no idea who is waiting for me, I just know that eventually, I will be in Kevyn’s arms very soon.

“Did you hear that Doc Turner is out there?” The younger girl squeals and jumps up and down. I smile and think to myself ‘ this should be interesting’.

I hear the chants of Doc T before I clear the bridge that takes us from the plane to the building, and wonder how Kevyn is going to handle this.

The teenagers take off in front of me to try and get closer to him, as I slow my pace and watch the large crowd all screaming for Kevyn’s attention.

I chuckle to myself as I watch the patience slowly slip from his face before his head snaps up and his eyes connect with mine.

It’s as if this next part happens in slow motion, as he clears the crowd and takes off running towards me. I drop my carry on just as he reaches me, and scoops me up into his arms. He takes my lips with such passion that the world fades away, and it’s just him and I.

We slowly separate from each other, as we control our breathing. Our foreheads connected, and he whispers, “Marry me, Kimberlee, I have never wanted anyone else in my life.

“Yes,” I whisper and smile as his eyes close.

Sometimes life gives us chances to be with the one person that captures our soul. When you find it, don’t let go.

The End