𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚎 𝙱𝚢

Ever had forbidden fruit? Not the edible fruit no, the fruit of thought merely, you seem to can’t grasp upon that fruit due to limitations, you can’t have a taste. For myself Rudy, it was Simone Kilgore, she was a type of fruit I strived for in my life. She didn’t even know she’s a diamond for her compassion. I first saw her at Fenway High school in Boston, and I was so into her, she’s something special. An hourglass strawberry, her sepia skin glows the room whenever she steps insides a room, her perfume scent of cinnamon-apples seemed to soothe me; her trail would lead me to think of showering with warmth & devotion. I didn’t realize that it was just a smoke screen of façade, and that I needed to learn much more about her character. My purpose was always to hustle to get mine, meaning I had to work, steal, or volunteer to focus on myself, within that time she taught a few things that I got to know as I was growing in this world. Simone often wrote poetry, and listened to music, her types was jazz, yet raunchy hip-hop, she loved listening to Pop Smoke or 50 Cent. We both had art class with each other, she shows me that the way she wrote was initially how she felt towards life, or why her environment, I was ready for her, though I don’t mean sexually nope, I mean she reminds me of how much I want to be the best version of myself, while doing the same thing for herself.

Making better choices and showing me, she could go through anything whether its thick or thin, by applying pressure she shows me that it didn’t matter if I was poor, rich, providing or not she loved me for who I was. I’m glad didn’t miss the chance that I’ve been given. I wrote her a letter pour out not my love, yet the chance to take her out to eat, hoping to know more about her, I let her know that I’ll be at this park where everyone hung out at Roxbury. It was April, I believed it was a late Thursday, I was waiting for her in the park under this pear tree I would pick to eat the pears. I was getting anxious, waiting, and waiting for her to come by. I checked my phone, seeing that she confirmed she would be on her way to see me, though I texted her back if she still wanted to see me. I walked out of the park, I lived near couple blocks away, as I got home my mother told me that there was a girl that came to the house and sent me two letters. I already knew Simone was here, I rushed up the stairs into my room seeing the two letters on my twin bed, I saw the first one which was my original letter, then I opened a letter she wrote for me, as I read it all I could think about was her & me and how life could be better if she was in it with me. Though once I focused on the letter, I seen that she didn’t have any interest in me, she explained in the letter that she was afraid that I wrote to her even asking her out. She wrote ensuring me that there will be someone out there for me, once I read those letters all I could do was tear up the piece of paper, including the one I wrote to her wanting to take her out on a date. I’m still sick knowing that she didn’t like me, and to this day I don’t know why she stood me up like that, though all I can do is dwell and just keep going in life, all I could think about was her, while in the park, sitting eating my pear from the pear tree as I soaked in the juices I the fruit that was edible, yet I couldn’t grasp upon the forbidden fruit in my thoughts which was infinite.