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and got off the plane.
                  This for me is a new beginning, and the only thing I should have my eyes set on is my future. I did feel a little bit of apprehension to this city because it wasn’t home. My family and friends are what makes up what I would call my home. They are my strength without them there really is no me. It didn’t really sit well with me knowing I couldn’t see them whenever I wanted too. But I had to keep reminding myself they were only about eight hours away, maybe even seven if I drove fast enough. As I made my way through the airport, I pulled my iPhone out to view any missed calls. I had a couple voicemails I knew were from my mom making sure I made it okay. She always worries about me. I think she still sees me as the same fragile sensitive little girl who would cry at a moment’s notice if my feelings were hurt. My mom knows me so well. Sometimes it feels like she knows me better than I do myself. But I don’t think she realizes the little girl she raised was forced to grow up. And as I grew up I had to bury my sensitive nature deep down inside me. I grew sick of people thinking I was weak, because of my quiet demeanor. People can be cruel at times. And they love to crush girls like me just for the hell of it. The moment they spot your weakness they attack full speed ahead. I had to learn that shit the hard way. I learned that sometimes you cannot even trust people who may even say they love you. Because not everyone who says they love you really mean it. I also saw I had a couple text messages from my friends asking me about the men in New York City already. I had to laugh because I just touched down here, and I haven’t met any men yet. Besides, meeting a man is the last thing on my mind right now. I know I’m going to be super busy, and that is just the way I liked it. The busier I am the better. That way I won’t have as much time to think about missing home, and really miss having a man in my life.
                  As I walked through JFK airport, texting my friend Chanel, I realized I had no clue where the hell I was going to find a taxi to get to my apartment. As I wandered around the airport lost, I knew I at least looked good. I wore a pair of dark blue jeans that fit my body like a glove. I matched it with a black sheer top with a black bra underneath. My shoe game was on point as I rocked a pair of all black YSL stilettos that matched my perfectly manicured toes that were painted black as well. You will always catch me in heels because I love how heels make my legs look, long on my small 5 foot 2 inch frame. There is nothing like a banging outfit to boost your confidence even when you don’t always feel that way on the inside. Fashion is a big deal to me. I love shopping and getting new things. Shopping is my weakness and also my greatest stress reliever. But what woman doesn’t use shopping to relieve stress in her life? As I finished up a text message to Chanel, I wasn’t even looking where I was walking, and I ran right into someone. I stumbled backwards, about to fall right on my ass, when I was caught in midair. As I stumbled, I dropped my phone to the ground, and in my head I was pissed off about it. My iPhone was my life, and this would be the second one I had broken in six months. I was dreading having to face the person that I just ran into, but I realized that the arms that held onto me were very strong. I knew I would have to face the person, so I stood up on my own feet again. I looked around nonchalantly to see if anyone was watching and laughing at me, but much to my surprise no one was. I forgot I was in New York City. No one really paid much attention to anyone but themselves here.
                  As I regained my balance and composure, I looked up into the eyes of a gorgeous man who towered over me. He stood about 6 foot 4 inches tall, and he was built like one of the Spartans from the movie The 300. His skin was the