Simply put, that is what Saint Baptiste: The Lost Chapters is to me. Not redemption for me—but for them. Naoki and Saint. There has been so much I’ve wanted to say about them. So much I wanted to express. But, I kept quiet and I truly believe it was because I had to do this. Express through ‘the lost chapters’.

I did Saint and Naoki a disservice.

Didn’t share enough,

Didn’t show enough. Their growth was chaotic. Self-loathing, isolating, empty… but at the end, it was beautiful. Saint and Naoki are what I like to call a beautiful disaster. Twin flames. And if you know anything about twin flames, then you know the twin flame journey is a rough one.

Saint’s maturity and his selflessness was beautiful. What he embodied… what he demonstrated by letting Naoki go, was the absolute epitome of what Love truly is. Love doesn’t disrespect boundaries. Love isn’t forced. Love is to be what Saint was to Naoki at the end. He loved her unconditionally. Letting her go pained him but because he loved her from a place of selflessness, he had to.

I can understand how that was shocking. How I didn’t allow him to disrespect her boundaries. How I didn’t allow him to force his way into her life. How I didn’t allow him to be ‘unhinged’, aggressive, and possessive. Those traits aren’t a depiction of love. I love me a good urban fiction story with an unhinged man but that’s not what Saint and Naoki’s story was about. Their story was about showing what love truly is. That was very important to me and despite what ‘people’ wanted, I did what was on my spirit.

However…

If I can be honest, I have regrets. I should have gone deeper. Should have shown more. Because they deserve that. This… these ‘lost chapters’… aren’t about anybody but them.

And now that I think about it, for the ‘Naoki’s’. And beautiful woman who’s been misinformed by societies glorification of men pushing boundaries, masking narcism as love too.

I love urban/black romance because I can do this. Show you that despite what ‘they’ say about ‘us’, we deserve to be loved properly. We deserve ‘fairytale’ endings too. And I want you to know that regardless of how ‘broken’ or ‘unworthy’ you might think you are, you deserve the love you desire. You deserve respect and room to grow.

Black Romance redefined is about changing the narrative. I write about trauma and broken spirits to inspire hope. My stories are about growing sunflowers from the cracks in concrete, thriving against all odds and reaching for the light even in the toughest conditions. 🤎

love forever & always,