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His Ride or Die
I sat to his right; he called me his right hand man although I was his woman. He made me feel strong. Wherever you would see him you would see me. Many called me his “Ride or die chick.” I saw myself as more of the rib that was taken from his cage to create me. He would never let anything or anyone come between us. He loved me like I was his own creation. When I spoke he finished off with the next word that I was going to speak. He was my light to my darkness my king to my kingdom, the blood that my heart circulated. What happened, why do I see him crying over my body? This wasn’t supposed to happen as he held me in his arms on both knees shouting at the sky on a clear summer night. The stars glowed and twinkled so bright this night. Tears fell from his eyes that could flow in the stream of a river.
“Baby, were we going stop playing I know your dying to tell me you can’t keep a secret from me?”
“I told you Divina it’s a surprise.” he said smiling as he turned to look at me holding onto the wheel with one hand and the other holding mine. He looked so cute trying to hold a secret inside but he was dying to tell me. I could see the stars dancing in his eyes. Nothing made me happier than to see him smile with excitement. I couldn’t wait to see what my baby had for me. I was curling inside like if I had butterflies in there, like a hundred fluttering at once.
We finally arrived to our destination and it was a park up in the hills. I got off the car and there was a picnic table with red roses and two candles lit. There was a wicker basket that sat patiently waiting for us to arrive. He opened up the trunk and pulled out a chilled bottle of Stella Rosa that he had in a cooler. I walked over to the wood table bench and seated myself. I turned to find him shoving something quickly in his pocket and closed the trunk quickly. He walked over to where I was sitting and sat across from me. He took both my hands and said “ I hope you enjoy tonight Corazon, I’ve been planning this night out for 2 weeks. I couldn’t wait for this day to come and now it’s finally here. “
He opened up the bottle of wine and pored us both some about half way up. He reached over to the picnic basket and brought out the take out he picked up. He didn’t know how to cook so I found it cute that he put it in the basket. I just giggled. We enjoyed our meal beneath the stars and moon. We talked and enjoyed each other’s company as always. Nothing could have been better than this.
Half way through our meal 2 neighborhood gang members came out from behind the bushes and confronted Milo. They asked him what neighborhood he was from and he replied and said he didn't bang like that anymore. He told them that we were just enjoying our picnic. One of the guys wore a hooded sweater and gave me the creeps. He had a tattoo that ran from the left side of his temple down to his mid neck. I turned back to look at Milo trying to signal not to say too much when I looked in his eyes I felt like if I was starring at a ghost. His face drew a blank and a loud bang echoed. Next thing I know I am hanging over head and Milo was holding me in his arms. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little white box and opened it and kissed me on my forehead while rocking back and forth begging me to please come back.
He opened my hand and placed a ring on my finger and whispered. “I was going to ask you to marry me.”
He didn’t protect me this time, he couldn’t. He didn’t have the space or time to move. I was no longer gonna ride with him. They drew my fate and ended my life.
"I am here Milo I will forever be your Corazon. Please don’t forget me and carry me in your heart as I will carry you in mine. Te Amo."