In the Spring of 2003, my Senior year in high school, I met the man that changed my life. My late grandmother decided that she didn't want to cook one night so she sent me to get pizza at the pizza hut down the street from our house....that's when I met him....Akil (his real name shall remain a mystery...to you;-) He was beautiful in every aspect of the word. He looked at me and smiled and I was hooked. I have never admitted to falling in love with him the moment I laid eyes on him until now. I fell in love with him immediately. His spirit was unlike anything I had ever encountered outside of God himself. Apparently he was just as smitten with me as I was with him. He asked for my number and called me that same night. He asked my father's permission to take me out on a date. He was the perfect gentleman on our date, he was polite, charming, funny, and attentive. He ended up eating onions on his burger which presented a problem at the end of the night when he wanted to kiss me but I laid one on him anyway... I couldn't resist!!! Anyway, he took to my prom and treated me nothing short of a princess- tiara included :-)
Don't get me wrong...everything wasn't always peachy keen. He has had many moments where he decided that he didn't want to be with me because I wouldn't accept his bs. And those were the moments that I told him to kick rocks. I remember Christmas of 2004, he called me and told me he loved me....then he texted me to tell me that he had gotten married....needless to say it was the worst Christmas ever. But I immediately forgave him- much to my surprise...I texted him a month later to wish him a happy birthday and a beautiful life with his new wife....he called back....he was surprised that I contacted him given how we ended...I didn't know what to tell him so I came from the heart...."Well, I love you Akil. And I know that you are supposed to be with me. You are suppose to marry me. I am suppose to bare your children and your last name. And I plan to wait for you. Until I can have you, I will be your friend." Just like that. I hung up and I called it a night.
It was crazy how it played out because I ended up seeing him all the time. When I was made permanent at Grady, he ended up being the meter maid on the street my job was on. When I got a promotion and moved into another building, he was the meter maid on that street as well. I saw him often, each time more memorable than the next. He began to look so worn down. I knew he was hurting and because of that I was hurting- But I couldn't save him. He made his bed and he had to lye in it. Our moments have been sacred to me and I cherish them. I have seen him through a bad divorce, two children, baby mama drama, crazed fiancee' trouble, and a possible stint in jail because of the crazed fiancee'. I love him more than I have ever loved any other man. To this day, he is adamant that I am the one he is going to married...I guess we will see....ciao <3
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