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    Lovesick Over You: Omari & Selen's Love Story
    Lovesick Over You: Omari & Selen's Love Story
    Lovesick Over You: Omari & Selen's Love Story
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    Lovesick Over You: Omari & Selen's Love Story

    By Vaneecia

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    Selen is a woman that is trying to make her own way. As the owner of her own PI company things are going her way. Her focus is on work and her son. There is only one other thing on her radar; trying to win back the only man she ever loved and the father of her son, Omari.

    Omari is a simple man of very few words. He doesn't speak unless it is absolutely necessary and he doesn't speak to Selen. Their child is the bond keeping them together but even then that's not enough. Selen has allowed one too many lies to pass her lips when it comes to the things between them and Omari isn't sure he can forgive her.

    His stubbornness is being battled by the unconditional love he has for her. And all that is up against drama that is brought into his world through Selen and her work.

    Will Omari and Selen finally be able to make it work after nine years and many lies? Or will they just remain lovesick for each other?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRoyalty Publishing House
    Release dateJul 24, 2017
    ISBN9781648404634
    Lovesick Over You: Omari & Selen's Love Story

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      Lovesick Over You - Vaneecia

      1

      Selen

      Nine Years Ago

      Standing in front of the bus that was going to take me to my new life, was heartbreaking. Mostly because, I didn't want to leave and because I was staring into the face of the only man that had ever loved me, down to my dirty drawers. I was staring at Omari, my boyfriend of two years, and trying not to cry. It was hard though. Omari's handsome, chocolate face was contorted in pain. It was almost like I was stabbing him in the heart with my actions. I wished like hell that I could stop what I was doing, but it was too late for that. Selen, tell me what's going on! Why are you doing this? Where are you going? Omari begged.

      I stared blankly at him, not knowing what to say. I mean, what could I say? I was seventeen and pregnant. I knew that I should tell him, but I just didn't have it in me to face rejection, or him saying that I had trapped him or some shit like that. Like my mother had said, Omari had his whole life ahead of him, and he wouldn't want a baby to put a stop to it. I mean, my mother would know better than anyone. Right after she had me, my daddy packed up and left us. There was no way that I could take that. It would've killed me for him to leave me, especially since, I would always have a reminder of him in this baby. It doesn't matter, Omari. I'm leaving, and you just need to accept it, I answered, snapping out of my thoughts.

      I was saying and doing what my mother had told me, but Omari was stubborn, and hearing that wasn't going to do anything to deter him. Especially since, he loved me. I knew that it was dumb as hell for me to be leaving him, knowing that he loved me, but a baby had the power to change that, and I didn't want to stick around waiting for it to happen.

      I don't think that it helped that this didn't sound like me. If I was being honest, it sounded like a smaller version of my mom. And that alone, scared me. She was a bitter woman, and I didn't want to become that. I just couldn't sit around and let that happen to us. We couldn't become my parents, where I was bitching about a man that left, and he had forgotten all about me. I knew that I was breaking his heart, but the last thing that I would remember about us was how much I loved him. It was going to be hard as hell though, since he looked like he wanted to cry. It was making everything harder, and I was staring him down, trying to keep it all together. I was one off crying because I didn't want to leave him, no matter how much my mother had convinced me that it was the right thing to do. Omari had become my rock with the madness that was always going on around me, but I couldn't stay here. Not like this. Maybe one day I would come back, but now wasn't the time.

      Selen, I love you, and we can work through this. I don't know what I did, but I know that we can fix it. I know that we are meant to be together. I know we are young, but let me be there for you; that's all I've ever wanted to do, Omari begged.

      I didn't want to say what I did next, but I knew it was the only way to get him to let me go. I focused my attention on the ground below me, taking a deep breath.

      I don't love you, Omari. I don't want to be with you anymore, so just let me go, I dictated.

      Omari stepped back, like I had hit him, and I felt like complete and utter shit. But I knew that would be what it took to get him to understand me, no matter how much it killed me inside to say it. That's bullshit, Selen, and I know you don't mean that. That shit didn't even sound right coming out of your mouth, and you know it. So, do us both a favor and be real with me, Omari snapped.

      I shook my head, trying to hold the tears at bay for just a minute longer. I had never seen Omari this mad. I hoped like hell that this wouldn't completely change him. I just knew that it was almost time for me to let go, and I didn't know if I could completely, but I had to, at least for now. One minute, and I would be gone. The only thing wrong, was I didn't want to go. At seventeen, I knew without a doubt, that Omari was the love of my life. He had proven that time and time again. Each and every time that I showed up on his doorstep, bruised and beaten, he would nurse me back to health with no judgment. He was my protector, and that was something that the person who loved you should do. No matter what anybody said about me being too young to know what love was, I knew that with everything in me, and I didn't want to go a day without him. But my mother had told me that I had to do this, and I believed it. I was regretting it like hell, but I had already made this decision, and I had to ride it out. So, I was leaving now, and I couldn't let him change my mind. I didn't say another word to him. Leaning over, I kissed him gently before forcing myself on the bus. I couldn't say goodbye because I had to find him again. I would explain everything one day, but not right now.

      I made the mistake of looking back at him from the back window, and I finally broke down. Omari was standing there looking like I had killed his best friend, and somehow, I felt like that would be easier to deal with. Now that I was pulling away, it seemed more permanent; like, I wasn't going to be able to come back from this, ever. It was too late to go back though, and I was fighting not to run up to the front and make the bus driver stop so I could get off.

      I stared at Omari as he got smaller, and I could tell that he was wiping away tears. This hurt more than anything I had ever been through. I felt like I was dying, and I couldn't stop it. But I was going to do what I had to do to fix it in the future. It didn't matter what it took.

      Present day

      Selen

      Snapping out of my daydream, I finished packing Omari Jr.'s bag for his weekend with his dad. Just thinking back to the day that I left, I felt like shit all over again. Every time I thought of that day, I wanted to cry and it made me nauseous. I was a dumb girl, and I made a stupid decision for the both of us. It was crazy that, that's how things were set up these days, but it was my own fault, and it was damn near killing me emotionally. I kept fucking up by not just telling Omari what was up, but at the time of each incident, I had felt that it was the right thing to do. I guess that it was true, hindsight was 20/20. I was learning now, that the lies that I had told and been a part of were far from the right thing to do. They messed up things even more each and every time. It was nothing more than stupidity and slight selfishness. But I had learned better and would never do that dumb shit again, and I didn't know how, but I was going to do what I had to do to make up for each and every one. Even if it took me the rest of my life to do so.

      I had to do whatever it took to make it up to Omari and remind him of the love that we had once shared. He was still my soulmate, and I had no doubt whatsoever that, that would always be the case. Even now, when I knew he wasn't fucking with me like that, I knew I had to get him back. In all the years I have known him, I never doubted for a second, that Omari was the only man for me. Even after I left and spent those years away from him, my heart had always and would always belong to him.

      Omari Jr., get in here and get dressed, I called out to my son.

      He ran into the room, grabbing the clothes I had set on the bed for him, and ran to the bathroom. Every time I saw my baby, it was crazy to me. He looked and acted so much like his dad, I couldn't believe it. Shit, if I didn't know any better, I would think that Omari chewed him up and spit him back out. Same chocolate skin tone, same gray eyes, same long hair; hell, Omari Jr. had even gotten his dad's smarts. The little boy had an eidetic memory, and it got me in trouble more often than not. An eidetic memory was essentially a photogenic memory but with a few tweaks. Photographic memories were secluded to visual things. Eidetic memories took on everything and recalled it in a picture. After only a few times of hearing or seeing anything, it would be stuck in his memory forever. I had learned the hard way about saying too much in front of him while I was with Lawrence. But it kept him doing good in school and just about everything else.

      I looked around the room then grabbed my son’s bag and took it downstairs, just in time for the doorbell to ring. I didn't know what it was, but every time Omari was close to me, I felt myself get nervous. It was like I could never escape the feeling of butterflies, not that I wanted to. Aside from the love that I had for Omari and Omari Jr., those butterflies were the realest things I had ever felt.  And then on top of the nervousness, I

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