It’s funny.

Because I’m writing this from a coffee shop…
the same coffee shop where I told myself my life has to change.

Back on October 1, 2025, I started a fast.
Not just from food—but from distractions, habits, people, and versions of myself that no longer fit.

By the end of it…
ya girl was glowing.

Not just physically—but mentally, spiritually… differently.

Like I had stepped into something I didn’t fully understand yet, but I knew it was mine.

October 25th? That was 4 days after the fast ended. It was long. Busy. Full.
But I was in one of those moods where everything just flows.

I did my makeup. Filmed content that actually felt good.
Worked my shift at MAC in Fairlane Mall.
Took clients on my lunch break—and after my shift.

I was moving.

Passing out business cards.
Exceeding sales goals.
Walking in purpose, even if I didn’t fully feel “there” yet.

At one point, while I was restocking, I noticed a man walk in. But I didn’t think too much of it. Honestly? He looked young. And I had already decided—dating wasn’t my focus. Not right now.

An hour later, I’m doing a client—she’s about my mom’s age. We’re talking, getting to know each other, passing the time. And somehow, like it always does, the conversation shifts.

“So are you dating?” The woman asked.

I laughed.

“It’s a joke,” I told her.

At the exact same time, there are a few younger girls—maybe 18, 19, 20—trying on lip gloss nearby.

My coworker walks up to me… smelling flowers.

“D… I didn’t know you had a man.” -Said Mat.

I looked at him, confused.

“um, I don’t.”

“So who brought you these?” As he continues to smell the beautiful bouquet of flowers.

“What man? Those aren’t for me.”

He shakes his head.

“No. He pointed directly at you and said—
‘Give these to her… but don’t interrupt her. Wait until she’s done.’”

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Now the young girls join in.

“You don’t know that fine ass man?” one of them says, pointing toward the entrance.

And just like that, I realize…

It was him.

The same man I saw earlier.

Walking out of the mall like nothing happened.

I said what came naturally.

“That little boy? He looks so young.”

And that’s when the woman in my chair stopped me. Like… really stopped me.

She looked at me and said:

“Maybe that’s your problem.
You can’t tell God what your love is supposed to look like.
If he’s coming more correct than the men in your past…
maybe you should give him a chance.”

I didn’t even know what to say to that. But it wasn’t anything to say because he was gone and there wasn’t a card. Or so I thought…

I didn’t notice the card at first. So —my coworker must’ve dropped it when he smelled them. Then the question wondered…should I text him?

Later that day… I texted him. It went like this

And for some reason…That confused me more than anything.

Because when you’re used to chaos…
calm feels unfamiliar.

Or maybe it wasn’t calm.

Maybe it was my intuition—
the same one shaped by lessons I’ve had to learn one too many times.

At first, I didn’t know if I was being insecure…
like maybe he looked me up and lost interest.

Or if this was part of some game he plays on women he finds attractive. When you’ve spent so much time trying to control the narrative…it’s hard to recognize when something might actually be right.

What started as what could’ve been love at first sight—
or at least a beautiful story to tell—

turned into just another short chapter
in this ongoing romantic comedy I never auditioned for.

I know…
disappointing, right?

Flower Boy and I did go on a date.

Weeks later.
After he randomly popped back up.

The first few weeks were great.

It was the kind of good that sneaks up on you.
The kind that makes you lean in… just a little more each time.

I found myself liking him. More than I expected.

By December…

I gave him the cookie.

And right after that?

Came a new year.
And a completely different version of him.

If I’m being honest… I noticed a few red flags.

They just weren’t as loud as the ones I experienced in the past.
So subconsciously…I ignored them.

It’s funny how life works.

You can be in alignment.
Doing the work.
Choosing yourself.

And still…

end up in a situation that reminds you:

You’re still learning. And that’s okay.

Seasons change.
Flowers die.
But life goes on.

The real question is—

Do you start over…or do you pick up where you left off?

-D. Your Girl