5RE

Pull up to the fancy restaurant in London. Convoy of V classes with the squad. Talking religions, money and philosophy. Doors open, automatically. Dap up the valet. Greet him like a long-lost brother. The waiters eyes light up. People’s heads are turning. The squad is unfazed. It’s what we do. Seated at the best table in the house. Cuban cigars already en route. Girls on the table start talking about dumb trivial shit - we love it. The squad lean back and relax. Been a long day of scaling. Omertà by drake is playing. Table gets lit. Then across the restaurant you feel a presence. Something you haven’t felt in a long time. You see a swish of brunette hair covering up her defined shoulder bones in a tight black dress. You immediately know. It could only be one. It’s the girl you used to love. The instigator of heartbreak. The maker of man and the endless mine of motivation. Only now, it’s different. She turns. You lock eyes. Something is off with her. There is a sadness within. She smiles with regret. She approaches the table. You get up to meet her halfway. Her mouth begins to open to give you that long-awaited greeting since you last spoke. You glance away. Completely ignore and walk straight past her. Do you still love her? Maybe, not really. But a true man never reopens pandora’s box of the past. There is nothing of value to be found there. She played a pivotal part of your arc. But you’ve become unrecognisable since then. You’ve fulfilled your potential. You believed in yourself when nobody else did. You smile to yourself. Well done brother, you made it.

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