Cruz, Maritza Cruz, man, she's a killer. You look her dead in the eye and you're captured in her spell. She has a way, a vibe, for attacking men like me. God knows how she does it. All I know, it amazes me.
Maybe it's the manipulative personality she has, or the sexy body that intrigues on what she'd do with it next. Her tan, golden skin, deepened brown eyes filled with mystery, or maybe it was her Latina figure in all. The angle of her cut edge face, or those think pouted lips she takes so much care of. I seriously don't know how she does it. Whatever way she keeps me under her grasp like a toy, go figure.
Faith has been my best friend for what, eight years now? We are as far back as it goes and everyday now I feel like our relationship is drifting, further and further away. I don't want it to but I really don't know what else can be done. I know, friendships end and new ones start, but ours was genuine. Something told me we would always be their for each other, sure, we quarrel, hell we fight a lot, but I look back and I see how stupid it was.
My father was one thing I did not want to go back to. I pushed the situation in the back of my mind, trying more then anything to make it go away. Yeah, sure, I didn't hear from him but it still bugged me for some reason. Maybe I was fearful he'd hurt ma, or ruin my family. And then I thought, wait Bosco, what family? Who is it that you have beside your mom? I started to question friendships, my partners, and the ones who I see everyday. Hell, they are my family! Screw it; sure we aren't the same blood, but who the hell cares. It just hit me when I came in for another long day at work. All those nights I had sat home alone, feeling bad for myself because I have no family, meant nothing. Zippo, nada, I don't know what I was thinking. When I asked someone to define what makes a family, many people reply with, 'a group of people who are blood related, a mother, a father, and there children.' I look at the people who I'm with everyday and realize I have a family. My definition of a family is the following, a family consists of a group of people who care, love, and look out for each other. My family consists of my ma, Faith, Ritza, and so many others who work in the NYPD. They are my family, forever and always.
