Honey Flavored Tears

      Honey Flavored Tears

By

                         
  Love N. Joy

Copyright © 2013 by Natasha Williams

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Honey Flavored Tears

This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described here and imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons.

Published by: Krystol Diggs Publishing

Written by: Love N. Joy

Edited by: Natasha Williams

Cover Design by:
Junnita Jackson

Proof Read by: Ellie Bates Chappell

Formatted by: Krystol Diggs

                                  
Acknowledgments:

     
First of all I want to thank God. I would not be where I am in life if it wasn’t for him giving me his unconditional love and staying by my side through my ups and downs. You have finally answered my prayers. To my grandma, I thank you for teaching me and instilling the knowledge into me of how a woman should act. Thank you for showing me love and being there and still being there till this day. To my momma, I love you so much. I know you make your mistakes but I thank you for showing me tough love and always keeping it real with me. You let me know that you will never lie to me or let me down in life. To my sister Shamika, thanks for talking with me late at night giving me story titles and telling me crazy stories when I needed story concepts. I thank you for supporting me in all that I do. To my cousin Jamal and Uncle Chi-Chi, thank you for making me laugh and showing me that life can be funny and that I have to remember to laugh in life a lot more. To Raven thank you for supporting me in everything that I do as well. I miss you and wish you were still in Michigan but I know you’re celebrating my success miles away. Thank you Christine (Ms. C.J.B.) for always listening to my stories on the phone and making me read all those B2K stories back in the day. They gave me ideas to write about. I appreciate all the deep conversations we have had about life. You inspired me to write about some of those life events in my story. Thank you Keisha for falling asleep on me all the times whenever I would read a story to you on the phone (lol). Thank you for sharing your views with me on relationships and being encouraging. To Kennette and Kenay, I thank y’all for staying up to 7 in the morning reading this story when I first made it and pushed me and motivated me to write this story over and publish it. Kennette, thank you for giving me hope when I felt like I wanted to give up and I’m proud of you for being so strong. Kenay, thank you for also having deep conversations with me when you could never sleep at night. I appreciate those talks and cherish them. To SeCara, Kenyetta, Roshawnda and Personna, thank you for reading my stories back in the day and fighting over them to see who would get a chance to read the book next (lol). To my friend Bobby, I know we are not as close as we use to be but thank you for showing me tough love as a brother and friend. You taught me in a way how to have tough skin in this crazy world and thanks for the laughs as well. To Brian, thank you for encouraging me to always keep writing and to never give up on my talent. This is proof I’m staying committed. To my long time friend who now goes by the name Zahi thank you for giving me knowledge about life I hope you can see how much I have grown up through my accomplishments. To my friends Simone and Demars, thank you for supporting me and being there when I needed y’all the most. Thanks for the laughs and I’m glad to know that y’all will be buying my book when it comes out. To my Uncle Adrian, Junior, Auntie Lorrie and Tonya, I thank y’all for giving me encouraging words as well and telling me to go forward in life never backwards. To my cousin Veyonica, thank you for telling me to live my life and reminding me that I’m still young and have so many more opportunities to come. To my ex James, I know we had a love hate relationship but thank you for believing in my writing. To Mr. Miles Heflin, we are finally making our dreams come true this one is for you! To Krystol Diggs, thank you for giving me the opportunity to publish. You just don’t know how long I have wanted this and now it’s finally going to happen. Thank you for being patient and answering all my questions too I know you know that I’m just so excited. To Marissa Palmer, gosh things happen for a reason. I’m so glad I met you the night of Kennette’s birthday and look where it’s gotten me; you have introduced me to Krystol and helped to make my dream come true as well. To my Granddad Fabian, thank you for staying on me about being focused. I can’t wait till you come home and share my success with me. And last but not least if I did not mention you by name in here, know that I thank you; and for all who will buy a book or spread the word I thank you… I’m writing under the pen name Love N. Joy because God is love and I have learned to love myself. The N stands for Natasha and Joy is for me learning to be happy through the storms and sunshine, and learning to embrace it.

                                   
Chapter 1

                                         
Jaidyn’s P.O.V.

      
Ain’t this some shit?
I thought to myself as my head began to relax against my fluffy pillow while my mind raced with regrets second after second. I was so tired of dealing with this…having relations with no ship to carry it at the end. Always being placed in the friend zone or as I would like to call it the convenient girl, you know the one a guy can call up to talk to or chill with when his girl isn’t acting right. I’m basically like the replacement for a moment then invisible the next. I wonder, do guys even understand how that makes a woman feel? Do they even notice that I’m dying on the inside just from being used and thankless for my presence? There’s only so much a woman can take. This isn’t high school anymore. I’m 23 now, just graduated from college, maybe going into my career but for now working as a dietitian at a nursing home and planning on going to graduate school. I’ve got my whole life planned out but I want to be able to settle down with someone and add them into my life plan. Yet that can’t be done if I continue to allow this to happen

    
“Jai, why are you so quiet?” He asked cutting me from my thoughts, bringing me back to reality, agitating me all over again. I looked over at my friend of 2 years, Quincy Williams, just wishing that it would’ve stayed at that point.

     
“What am I supposed to say? I mean you tell me that you think you could still be in love with your ex and what we have has to stop, but it never even got a chance to start.”

 
Quincy rolled his eyes and disconnected his eye contact from me focusing back up at the ceiling. “I knew this would be hard to tell you,” he said in return.

   
I sucked my teeth and it took all the strength in me not to punch him in his face while we lay there. I was still wondering why I hadn’t kicked him out of my apartment yet, the apartment that I shared with my friend Pierre. “So you thought that I would easily understand what you’re going through?” I asked.

  
“Damn jay you act like I want to be in this love dilemma. This ain’t fun for me at all.”

   
“Well if it isn’t fun then cut off your feelings for her.” I said as I sat up in my full-size bed wrapping my satin red sheets tightly around my upper-half.

  
“It’s not that simple Jaidyn,” Quincy replied. He sat up in the bed now giving me eye contact again. My irritation was touching the clouds now. “No what’s not simple Q is fucking algebra or giving birth. Cutting off feelings for a bitch who never gave a fuck about you is easy if you have self-respect for yourself.”

I was never the type to show any guy how I felt if he hurt me but Quincy wasn’t someone random and I was hurt so the tears couldn’t help but to fall from my honey brown eyes. The last thing I wanted to do was remind Quincy of how Zariah was no good for him but he was overdue for a reality check about her ass.

  
  I could tell he was pissed by the way the vein was throbbing in his forehead. He bit his bottom lip then said, “Jaidyn, you can’t relate to or understand how hard it is to fall out of love with someone no matter what they have put you through because you’ve never been through it.”

 
“You’re right I’ve never been through it Q…until now.” There was a pregnant pause in the room as an astounded look flowed into his light brown eyes. It hurt me that he was shocked at the fact of me falling in love with him.

  “Before I met you Quincy, I didn’t allow myself to fall deep into love because of the way guys dogged my friends and the females in my family, I didn’t really want to deal with love at all. My mother only taught me how to be independent so I never knew how to trust that a guy would love me and take care of me. But then you came along and you taught me how to love, taught me what love feels like and how to trust to open up to the opposite sex. What I thought we had was the best feeling ever because we formed it from a friendship but I know what it feels like to be put through a lot dealing with you as well because you continue to play with my heart then run back to her and allow her to play with yours and I just sit around and wait Q…wait for you to come back because that’s how much I love you. So please don’t tell me I’ve never been through it because I’m going through it now.” At this point my golden brown cheeks were flooded with tears and my eyes probably shined brighter than a crystal from my teary eyes.

 
He shrugged his shoulders in return and sighed then said, “You know the last thing I want to do is hurt you Jai.”

  I chuckled and shook my head in shame. “It’s too late for that,” I said then got up from the bed and walked over to my bedroom door, opening it up. He got the message without me having to say it. After he got dressed he walked over to the door and paused to look at me. He tried to lean in and kiss me on the cheek but I pulled away. He sighed once again then walked out with the sound of the door slamming right behind him.

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I remember when I first met him. I was in a hurry rushing to the library to print off my paper for class then head back to campus to turn it in before the end of the day so my professor wouldn’t doc off any points. I was so focused on getting to where I had to be, I was storming past people who were in my way then all of sudden we just ran into each other. I fell hard on my behind with my papers flying out of my hands and my personal belongs falling out of my purse. Embarrassment was written all over my face at this point.

  
  “FUCK!!!” I yelled out in front of the plaza in downtown Detroit. Some people stopped to look at me but I didn’t care at this point. All I cared about was my gathering my papers up from the concrete and the page that had the citations of my sources fell straight into the sewer. It was all bad.

  
“Baby girl I’m so sorry,” I heard his deep voice say but I was too distraught to even look up. He bent down to my level to help me gather my papers while I placed my belongings back into my purse. What pissed me off was that inconsiderate people walked over us while we were trying to get the stuff together, I wanted to trip their ass.

   
It felt like a movie the way we finally looked up at each other in slow motion while he handed me back my papers. I couldn’t help but to smile. His light brown eyes complimented his mahogany complexion while his dimples decorated his pearly white smile. He stood at 6’0” tall with a muscular built frame and had a low cut fade with the deep waves in it.