history.”
I picked up my purse and t ook my phone out of his hand. “Thanks for the drink, Michael.”
Tears dominated my eyes as I walked to my car. I heard Michael running out behind me.
“Wait Tyra, just answer me this. Do you still love me?”
I turned and when Michael saw the gloss in my eyes, he took me by the hands.
I sniffed. “Yes, I still love you, always will.” I was finally honest with him and with myself. Tears melted down my face as I stared into the eyes of the man that I still loved wholeheartedly. “Look I gotta go. Good bye Michael.”
I got into my car and watched as the love of my life stood and watched me drive off. As the old saying goes, feelings that come back are feelings that never left. I wondered when I was ever going to be fully over Michael.
“I don’t know, maybe he was really sick, Tyra. Cut the man some slack.” Dalia was sticking up for Courtney, as usual, while preparing pork chops and brown rice.
“ That’s the thing. I’m tired of cutting him slack. Every time I turn around, there is another excuse for his shortcomings.”
“Okay, well he invited you out for dinner today . I think you should go, hear him out, and take it from there.”
“I don’t know, I’m still undecided if I should go or not. This shit is getting old.”
“Why? Why would you question see ing him? You have unanswered questions, let them all out. See what he got to say.”
I brushed my hand over my head with Courtney in my thoughts. “I don’t know. I may go. I can’t front, I do miss him. But I just want him to be one hundred with me. You feel me?”
“I understand. ” She opened the stove and a burnt smell crept into our noses. “Aw man my biscuits are burning.”
I nodded in her direction. She was definitely changing.
“Yo, someone has got you sprung . You cooking, and your ass NEVER cooks. You walking around the house singing all the time, being extra nice to the clients at work. What’s the deal?”
A smile adorned her pretty face. “Love is what the deal is. I love that man, Tyra.”
“Awww, how cute. Black love is so beautiful.”
“Don’t be trying to clown me, I really do love Seary , Tyra. Girl his parents adore me, and his teammate’s fiancé Breal is super cool. I’ll have to introduce you to her one day, we are going shopping later.”
“Wha aat? Let me find out someone is stealing my friend.” I joked.
“Neverrrrr Tyra. You’re my bestie , and if it wasn’t for you, girl I would’ve never met my boo.”
A text message flashed across my screen from Courtney begging me to meet him at Laura’s Bakery on Commonwealth Ave.
“This is Courtney again. I guess I should go hear him out. No harm in that.”
“There you go, go get your man.” Dalia insisted.
“I don’t know about all that, boo, I’m just hoping that what he has to say will hold weight.”
“Well , let me know how it goes.” she said.
I text ed Courtney back and agreed to meet him.
Night fell quickly. I decided to dress casual. I put on black leggings and a white fitted button up blouse with a chain necklace and gold studs. Laura’s Bakery had exclusive cupcakes. They used different themes on the cupcakes for babyshowers, weddings and corporate events. Courtney often bragged about their red velvet football cupcakes and I knew that’s why he invited me there.
“There she is! ” Courtney sang out when I arrived.
My game face was tight . I didn’t crack a smile or a smirk. His charm was wearing thin on me. I gave him a snug hug, and sat across from him in the wooden cafeteria style booth.
“ Alright, you’ve ignored all my calls and texts for a week straight. You’re not speaking to me, what’s going on with us, Tyra?”
“You tell me , Courtney. You invite me somewhere, and then stand me up, talking about you were sick, when you were fine earlier that day. How all of a sudden you’re sick? That just doesn’t sit well with me. What’s going on Courtney,
I picked up my purse and t ook my phone out of his hand. “Thanks for the drink, Michael.”
Tears dominated my eyes as I walked to my car. I heard Michael running out behind me.
“Wait Tyra, just answer me this. Do you still love me?”
I turned and when Michael saw the gloss in my eyes, he took me by the hands.
I sniffed. “Yes, I still love you, always will.” I was finally honest with him and with myself. Tears melted down my face as I stared into the eyes of the man that I still loved wholeheartedly. “Look I gotta go. Good bye Michael.”
I got into my car and watched as the love of my life stood and watched me drive off. As the old saying goes, feelings that come back are feelings that never left. I wondered when I was ever going to be fully over Michael.
“I don’t know, maybe he was really sick, Tyra. Cut the man some slack.” Dalia was sticking up for Courtney, as usual, while preparing pork chops and brown rice.
“ That’s the thing. I’m tired of cutting him slack. Every time I turn around, there is another excuse for his shortcomings.”
“Okay, well he invited you out for dinner today . I think you should go, hear him out, and take it from there.”
“I don’t know, I’m still undecided if I should go or not. This shit is getting old.”
“Why? Why would you question see ing him? You have unanswered questions, let them all out. See what he got to say.”
I brushed my hand over my head with Courtney in my thoughts. “I don’t know. I may go. I can’t front, I do miss him. But I just want him to be one hundred with me. You feel me?”
“I understand. ” She opened the stove and a burnt smell crept into our noses. “Aw man my biscuits are burning.”
I nodded in her direction. She was definitely changing.
“Yo, someone has got you sprung . You cooking, and your ass NEVER cooks. You walking around the house singing all the time, being extra nice to the clients at work. What’s the deal?”
A smile adorned her pretty face. “Love is what the deal is. I love that man, Tyra.”
“Awww, how cute. Black love is so beautiful.”
“Don’t be trying to clown me, I really do love Seary , Tyra. Girl his parents adore me, and his teammate’s fiancé Breal is super cool. I’ll have to introduce you to her one day, we are going shopping later.”
“Wha aat? Let me find out someone is stealing my friend.” I joked.
“Neverrrrr Tyra. You’re my bestie , and if it wasn’t for you, girl I would’ve never met my boo.”
A text message flashed across my screen from Courtney begging me to meet him at Laura’s Bakery on Commonwealth Ave.
“This is Courtney again. I guess I should go hear him out. No harm in that.”
“There you go, go get your man.” Dalia insisted.
“I don’t know about all that, boo, I’m just hoping that what he has to say will hold weight.”
“Well , let me know how it goes.” she said.
I text ed Courtney back and agreed to meet him.
Night fell quickly. I decided to dress casual. I put on black leggings and a white fitted button up blouse with a chain necklace and gold studs. Laura’s Bakery had exclusive cupcakes. They used different themes on the cupcakes for babyshowers, weddings and corporate events. Courtney often bragged about their red velvet football cupcakes and I knew that’s why he invited me there.
“There she is! ” Courtney sang out when I arrived.
My game face was tight . I didn’t crack a smile or a smirk. His charm was wearing thin on me. I gave him a snug hug, and sat across from him in the wooden cafeteria style booth.
“ Alright, you’ve ignored all my calls and texts for a week straight. You’re not speaking to me, what’s going on with us, Tyra?”
“You tell me , Courtney. You invite me somewhere, and then stand me up, talking about you were sick, when you were fine earlier that day. How all of a sudden you’re sick? That just doesn’t sit well with me. What’s going on Courtney,
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