I stopped eating.
My friends began to worry.
And then one day, there was a knock on the door.
And he stood there. WineBar.
My heart stopped as he got on one knee.
“We’ll figure this out together, baby girl,” he told me, and I felt my breath stop.
“No matter the problem, it’s always you,” he continued. “It’s not over ‘til it’s over.”
Despite all the tears I had shed, I was crying again.
This time from happiness.
“We’ll need to work this out together. But we can’t give up. The road might be long, but I’m willing to try if you are.”
I nodded.
WineBar would still go to Miami.
I would still be in San Francisco.
But we weren’t giving up without a fight.
And that fight?
I’m pretty sure that will be the next chapter.
Dear Angels,
My story isn't done.
Our story isn’t done.
As long as there is a glint of hope, there is a hope of love.
And love is why I do this.
Love for my words.
Love for my man.
Love for my fans.
There is nothing in the world that would make me happier than to share my happiness with you.
It will come.
As always, I share my heart with you. I’m authentic, holding nothing back. It’s been one crazy ride so far, but believe me when I say it’s only just begun. The future has so much in store. Come on this journey with me.
It will only be found here:
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