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The date was set, and Tippa couldn’t be happier. She was very busy planning a small but exquisite wedding and reception that she and her family could enjoy. Admittedly, it bothered her that Ross’s family did not want to meet or see her face. They were strangely quiet, and at times, Tippa felt like she was stealing something very valuable from the Kincaids. That they would come to claim one day, surely they would not let her get away with that, she thought.But each day, Ross reassured her that everything would be okay, and hopefully, they would come around. So Tippa went on day by day and week by week as time moved closer to their wedding day. As time passed, Tippa was so busy she let it all slip her mind.Tippa hugged her grocery bag as she slid into the slightly crowded elevator. Noting that the button for the seventh floor had already been pressed, she leaned back against the side wall. The elevator door opened, distracting her from her thoughts. She looked at her watch and realize
Unfortunately, at work, Tippa couldn’t hide her sadness, no matter how she tried. J'anna, one of her friends and coworkers, noticed that every 15 seconds, she was fighting back tears. Along with those tears, Tippa had an awful headache from not sleeping. When the phone rang, J’anna noticed how jumpy she reacted to it. Tippa was afraid it might be Ross calling. But she was on takeout duties, so she had to answer the phone anyway. "Royal Restaurants takeout order services. How may I help you?" she said. The minute she hung up the phone, J’anna took a personal interest."So, how are things between you and Ross?" Her friend J’anna asked."Girl, is it that obvious?""Unfortunately, yes, you are hesitating to answer the phones around here, and you even let your cell phone ring until it goes to voicemail. I had to ask; I’m concerned about you.” "I'm so sorry, J’anna, about that. But we are finished. I called off the engagement, and we are through.""Oh no, baby, I'm so sorry. What happened
Ross cleared his hectic schedule, even though things at the hospital were getting beyond busy. He grabbed his jacket and hopped in his car and left. It was time for him to work hard to show Tippa how much he needs her in his life and to have her, sleeping by his side.Tippa was his everything and he knew he loved her more than life itself. Deep down in his heart, he saw himself married to her with kids one day. He loved her just that much, and all he could think about was how and when he was going to get her back. Even though they were apart he was holding on, without letting go.Ross had experienced the greatest pain that comes from wanting something so bad and knowing that you can't have it. Tippa was the first thing he thought about when he woke up in the morning and the last thing he thought about, at night before going to sleep. She is the person he spent his time dreaming and yearning for in the deepest parts of his soul. The hope of getting her back is what kept Ross going, no
Before Tippa had arrived, the bridal suite was filled with merriment. The bridal party of girls, Julia, J’anna, Leah all playfully teased the lovely bride when she entered the room to prepare for her big day. “Girl, you reeled in a big one!”‘What are you girls talking about?”“Tell us what pond, no whatever river you went fishing at to hook line and sinker a six feet three and robust and fine catch like Ross Kincaid!” Leah says as they all laughed.“I still can’t believe it myself.” Tippa tells the girl’s sincerely.“Well, my cousin’s lonely, boring nights will soon be a thing of the past. Now, Tippa, your nights are going to be filled with hot passion moans and screams from exciting love making!!” Another says the girl chimes in, “I heard wealthy men could be some freaky!” They all burst into laughter.Tippa bashfully replied in her southern accent, laughing. “Stop it, girls! J’anna, help me pin my hair up. My makeup will become a runny mess if you ladies don’t stop talking so dir
Days, and weeks have now turned into a month. Tippa could not believe the exquisite torture of Ross’s touch was still wringing spasms of heat, cold, and pleasure from her dormant body. It was as if she had been waiting years all her life for the gratification of Ross’s return. She never gave up hope that he would return to her. When Tippa was awake, all she did was cry. The only solace she found was sleeping. In the depths of her dreams, everything was perfect. Somehow, each time, she would return to the moment when she was happy, feeling like it would never end and last forever. She and her fiance, Ross, are in their cozy New York City apartment, enjoying breakfast, the morning paper, the news on the TV, and talking about everything and nothing. Ross and Tippa would leave the kitchen as he asked about their dinner plans as he entered the bedroom to prepare to get dressed for work. And she’d reminded him that her aunt and uncle wanted them to come over for dinner. Also, she would re
Tippa experienced a sense of peace and calm once she moved back into her place. This afternoon, she opened the sliding glass doors that led to her balcony. The temperature is hovering just around 72 degrees. It's a perfect day. She thought of the times she and Ross would sit out on the balcony together after their dates together. Tippa knew she would never get to experience Ross’s sweet lips kissing hers." Sighing as she slid the door closed behind her.It was hard being back home because the memories were here too, but she was sure this was the right move and the best decision for her now. Even though her aunt and uncle tried to convince her it wasn't a good decision. The family thought it was an awful idea for her to be alone at such a vulnerable and challenging time. She wanted them to be supportive and understanding.Instead, all they could do was ask why?It took everything she had not to cry in front of them. She had to stop herself from telling her family how helpful and yet
“Good morning. Are you awake?” “I am now,” Tippa says in a groggy tone. “How is your little project coming along?” “It’s not.” “Why?!”“I’m too consumed with hurt and I don’t want to seem weak when I talk to his family.”“You are not weak and have every right to be in pain.”“I’m coming over. I’m on my way.”It was done. Shwe was now committed to getting out of bed. She hung up the phone, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, and headed for the bathroom. Last night's dream had been too real, Tippa recalled as she prepared to take a bath before Julia arrived. In her mind, it was vivid as she recalled the dream, as if it was real enough to touch. She sat on the bed and picked up the pen lying atop her cloth-covered journal. Unscrewing the top, she closed her eyes for several seconds. The tip of the pen was poised over a clean page before she sighed and collected her thoughts. Dream # 125 The love we two shared was the sweetest thing. And the two of them were happy and content
Tears from the memory of her dreams ran down her cheeks as she recalled them. Tippa, deep down inside, knew she should have gotten some therapy. The loss she experienced was too significant for anyone to handle and recover from so quickly, all alone. She took a leisurely shower, knowing it would take her cousin Julia more than half an hour to drive from her family’s house to her modest, one-bedroom apartment complex. Patting herself dry, Tippa took an excessive amount of time to lotion her body with a scented creamy lotion. She hadn’t moisturized her skin in weeks. Tippa brushed her hair and secured it at the crown of her head with several large bobby pins. Peering into the mirror over the bathroom sink, she noted that some of the swelling around her eyes had gone down. Most people would not notice the slight puffiness under her large eyes, but those people did not include Julia. There were very few things she could conceal from Julia Wilson.She couldn’t talk openly about her feel