Episode 36: A Night To Remember

Either that was the most delicious dinner ever or I was just in wedded bliss because it seemed everything tasted so good.  Terry and I kept looking at each other and smiling.  He nudged me a couple of times and then whispered in my ear.

“I’m going to start yawning in a few minutes and then we are gonna leave and go back up to the suite, Baby,” said Terry.

I looked at him and we burst out laughing so hard I was crying.  He put his arm around me and shook his head like I was laughing by myself.

“Well hurry up and get to yawning then.  I’m ready to go and get my honeymoon night started.  I have some surprises for you,” I said in a sexy voice.

Terry looked at me and the yawning idea got thrown out of the window.  My husband stood up at the table and said,

“Syrah and I want to thank everybody for coming.”

“Wait a minute Terry,” I said “We have to cut the cake and do the toast too and since we’ve already danced, I wanted to do a wedding party dance.”

Terry sat down and smiled at me as his brother got up to propose a toast.

“I just want to say to the happily married couple, thank you because I needed a vacation.”  Everyone laughed.

“Naw, seriously though, I want to say to you Syrah that you have made my brother a happy man and I have never seen him this peaceful, content, and loved, not to mention generous,” We all laughed again.

“I pray God’s blessings on you both and may your love for each other grow more and more each day.  Remember that love conquers all.  So no matter what, make sure you love each other and things will always work out.  Cheers.”

We all drank to that and then my sister made a toast as well.  We cut the cake, which was extremely scrumptuous.  These Tahitian people really know how to throw down.

We drank wine and laughed at Terry’s Dad’s stories about when he was a teenager.  Terry kept nudging me and yawning at the table like he was crazy.  He was clearly ready to go so we could enjoy each other for the rest of our wedding night.  I was ready to leave too.  I yawned a couple of times just to make him laugh.

The music started to play and I wanted to make sure we all did the wedding party soul train line.  The DJ played the song as I requested, an old school cut, A Night To Remember, by Shalamar.

We got in the soul train line and I went through first with Terry right behind me and we danced down the line together.  He finally grabbed me and hugged me as we made our way down to the end of the line.

My Dad did the James Brown down the line and Terry’s Dad went through doing a combination of the twist and something else.  It was hilarious.  We laughed and danced until Terry started yawning again in the soul train line.

“You are too crazy!” I said.

“I’m in love with you girl and this is gonna be a night to remember for real,” said Terry as he kissed his bride again.

Dinner was finally over and everyone was leaving for the night.  Terry and I headed up to our suite and in the tradition, he carried me over the threshold.  It was so romantic, just beautiful.

I got dressed into a hot silk, lace lined number I picked up earlier during the day.  Terry was going to love this negligee and I looked good.  I had to say so myself.

When I came out of the dressing room/bathroom, Terry had dozens of candles lit and purple and red rose petals were all over the bed.  The music was playing softly and that is how he kissed me, caressed me, and passionately showed me how much he wanted me.  As we held each other and exchanged passionate kisses, the atmosphere of the room changed.  I felt needed, wanted.  I felt sexy, desired.  I had never felt this way before and I was happy that I was experiencing this profound love with my husband.  He loved me, everything about me, and so much that he married me.  Making love to my husband, having my husband make love to me, was wonderful on so many levels, physically, mentally, emotionally.  This was a night to remember.

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Episode 35: For You

There are no words that could accurately describe how I was feeling by the time sunset arrived.  I had a warm feeling all through me.  My heart fluttered with joy, excitement, and pure happiness.  I was in a place I had always longed to be.  I sat in the chair as my makeup was being done by my wedding team that consisted of a make up artist, hair stylist, and the designer.

Once the make up was done, they all looked at me and smiled, no words.

“Syrah, you look absolutely beautiful,” said the hair stylist as she added my vail and tiara to my updo that consisted of my natural hair up in a braided ethnic styled bun complete with one beautiful braid wrapped around the oversized bun of braids.

I fanned my eyes to keep myself from crying once I looked at myself in the mirror.

“Thank you.  I feel beautiful.  Thank you guys for your help.  This means so much to me,” I said.

There was a knock on the room door.

“Terry can’t see me yet.  That better not be him,” I said.  “I know I didn’t order any room service.”

My designer went to open the door and walked Rayna and the kids.  I screamed.

“Oh my God! Ray what are you doing here?”

“I came to see my sister get married!  I wouldn’t miss it for the world even though you didn’t call to tell a sista what was really going on here in Tahiti, heffa,” she said and we laughed

“I told you I was gonna elope one day so, you shouldn’t be surprised,” I said.

“Yeah, that’s why I called and told mama and daddy on you too,” she said.

“What? How you gonna play me like that?” I asked.

“Girl, I’m just playing,” Rayna said “But Mama and Daddy do know and well, I go ahead and tell you.  They’re here too.”

“Terry!” I said.

“Yes, Terry, your fiance,” said Rayna “He told us about this and had tickets for all of us a 2 weeks ago. You know I wasn’t gonna say no to a free trip to Tahiti!”  She laughed.

“That man!  I can’t believe him!  I love him!” I screamed “Okay I can’t cry I just got my make up done.”

My Mom and Dad came into the suite a few minutes later and I cried anyway and had to get my make up done again.  We all got dressed.  Rayna wore a purple dress with a white sash.  My niece was my flower girl and wore a white dress with a purple sash.  My little nephew wore a little white tuxedo and purple bow tie.  Too cute.

Terry also flew in his parents, his older brother and his wife and kids, and my brother and his wife.

Sunset was arriving.  I finally put on my beautiful destination wedding gown, duchess style with satin and tulle.  It was simple, but elegant and princess like.  I was ready and happy that my special day would also include those close family members.

We got downstairs with hundreds of stares and a few hundred “You are a beautiful bride” compliments from the guests and hotel staff.

When I finally made it down to the beach, I could see Terry standing there in the brightest white suit I’d ever set eyes on .  I held my Daddy’s hand tight.

“Don’t get scared now,” he said and laughed.

“I know right,” I said “I’m glad you’re here Daddy to walk me down this aisle, I mean this beach.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Babygirl.  As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.  I can tell Terry has made you very happy and that’s all I want to know,” said Daddy.

“I am Daddy.  I am,” I said.

We began to start our walk.  I couldn’t stop smiling.  I heard the music playing softly.  It was Kenny Lattimore’s  song, For You.  It was the perfect song for that perfect moment.  God made this day just for me, I thought to myself.

My father gave me away and I stood there with my king, my husband, and we exchanged vows, exchanged rings, and promised to spend our lives together.  We promised to love each other for life, sharing a love so deep, so strong that no man (or woman for that matter) can tear asunder.

“You may now kiss your new bride,” said the minister.

Terry embraced me, holding me tight in a way I never felt him do before.  He looked me in the eyes and said, “I love you Syrah Taylor.”  Then he kissed in a way he had never kissed me before.  It all seemed brand new to me and it felt wonderful.

The sun was on its way down as we walked hand in hand to take some pictures in the hotel ballroom where we had our small, intimate wedding dinner.  I felt like the happiest woman in the world and I was.

Click Here To See Video –> For You – Kenny Lattimore

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Episode 34: You Put A Move On My Heart

At breakfast I hardly ate a thing.  Terry ate his breakfast and mine really.  I was way too excited and I nibbled on some fruit and a piece of french toast.

“Well, Baby it’s about time for you and I to get ready for our amazing evening,” said Terry as we left the restaurant.

“I know but I don’t want to leave you now,” I said as he reached for my hand.

“Aww, Baby you are gonna make me go to your spa day with you if you keep this up,” he said.

“Spa day? Did you say spa day?” I asked with eyes wide open.

“Yeah, I have you set up for the works, massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, lunch, sauna, and then I called in a favor and had a designer fly in with some gowns for you to choose from.  So you have alot to do today Sweetie,” said Terry.

Either I was about to pass out or jump up seven feet in the air.  Terry had really done it now.  I was amazed that he had set all of this up and I had no clue.

“Oh my God, Terry did you have all of this planned before we got to Tahiti?” I asked.

“Baby you know I did.  Syrah, I knew you were the one I wanted to spend my life with since the first day I met you.  Now that I have you here with me in this beautiful place, I have to make you my wife.  And that’s what is going to happen in about 8 hours.  I love you in a special way, one I’ve never felt before in my life and I want to spend my life with you girl because of that,” said Terry as he kissed me.

“And I want to spend my life with you too Terry Taylor.  I love you so much,” I said with tears in my eyes…again.

“Now don’t start that all that damn crying again,” said Terry and we both laughed so hard he had tears in his eyes too.

He held me tight and I exhaled in relief.  This was not a dream.  This was real and I was going to be Mrs. Terry Taylor.

“Okay Baby, I have to go get some business taken care of and make sure everything is in order.  So, you enjoy yourself and think about me.  I love you Syrah,” he said to me.

“Terry, thank you!  This is the best day of my life.  I love you too,” I said.

We kissed and he went on his way.  I headed to the spa and they were waiting for me to arrive.  I felt like royalty as they catered to my every whim.

“Damn, Terry must’ve paid these people well,” I thought to myself.  This is a dream come true and I was happy it was happening to me.

After three and a half hours of glorious pampering: facial, full body massage, manicure, pedicure, waxing, and relaxing, I was greeted by a designer flown in from Atlanta, by Terry, especially for me.

The dresses were all gorgeous, but one stood out and when I tried it on, I knew that was the dress I was supposed to wear.  A few alterations had to be made and Angier, the designer, reassured me that my dress would be ready in a few hours, in time for my wedding.

I was on my way back to the hotel room and I was glowing, smiling inside and out.  I was in bliss and I didn’t want to come out of it.  Terry was the one I wanted and needed in my life and I was happy to have him in my life.  When I got back to the room, Terry was laying across the super king sized bed asleep.  I tiptoed in and kissed him on the cheek.  His eyes opened a little and he lifted his head.

“You look beautiful Baby,” he said in a tired whispery voice “Come take a little nap with me.”

I got on the bed and laid beside him.  He kissed me and smiled.  He rubbed my hair as he closed his eyes again.  I could tell he was tired.  I watched him sleep for a few minutes.  He looked so happy, so peaceful.  Truly this man had put a move on my heart.  I finally closed my eyes in anticipation of sunset.

Click Here To See Video –> You Put A Move On My Heart  – Tamia

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Episode 33: If This Isn’t Love

God has sent me the man I’ve always wanted.  He sent me a man that has promised to love me for life.  I watched the waves from the balcony of our temporary Tahitian residence.  I could have stayed in that place of paradise forever.  Terry was in love with me and I was in love with him and that was perfect.  This was truly like a dream that I kept having to look down at my hand and make sure I really was engaged and that I really did have a bangin diamond ring on my left hand, ring finger.  The wind felt so good and the sky seemed bluer than I ever remember seeing.

“So, soon to be Mrs. Taylor, what’s on your mind?” said Terry as he walked up behind me and gave me one of those warm, love hugs.

“I was just thinking that you are my very best friend, love of my life, and now my fiance,” I said to him in a sweet voice.

“And you are the love of my life, my girlfriend, my best friend, and I want you to be my wife tonight,” he said.

A huge smile spread across my face all of a sudden and my mouth automatically opened in awe.

“Terry, are you serious?” I asked.

“Yeah baby, I am and I want you to be my wife tonight.  So will you marry me tonight?”

“Well, what about?” I said, but couldn’t speak anymore because Terry kissed my lips shut.

God, could this man really be for real? I thought to myself.

“Yes, I will tonight,” I said as I felt unplanned tears sliding from my eyes.

Finally, I had been found by the man of my dreams, a real man, one who wanted nothing more but to love me, protect me, comfort me, take care of me, be a friend to me, and be my husband, all the while giving me pure love from the depths of his own being.

It felt so good all I could do was cry.  I hugged him long and hard and held onto him with all the strength I could find because I was as light as a feather after that announcement.

“I have everything set up Syrah so you don’t have to worry about any arrangements and stop crying Baby,” said Terry.

“I know T, I’m trying to stop but I just can’t right now.  I feel like the happiest woman in the world.  You know what Baby?  I just…I have never met a man like you who treats me as good as you have.  I have never felt good about loving a man and you have changed that.  You have shown me that I can be loved and love without the hurt and disappointment  I have felt before.  And none of that really matters now because if I had to go through all of that, just for this moment right now, I would do it all over again, just to have you in my life,” I said.

“Baby, I’ll never stop loving you, treating you like you should be treated and you know that,” said Terry  “I want to always see you happy and I’m going to make sure you keep a smile on your face.”

Terry sat down on the bed and I sat on his lap and he just held me for a long time.  Neither one of us said a word but we spoke to each other heart to heart, spirit to spirit, mind to mind, soul to soul.

“Tonight I’m going to marry the love of my life, on a heaven like beach in Tahiti, and I’m finally truly happy and in love.  God if this isn’t love.  Tell me what it is because this is amazing.  Thank you for sending him to me,” I thought to myself as I inhaled Terry’s Angel cologne and smiled.

“So I have hired a staff to take care of you all day so you can be ready for me at sunset, Mrs. Taylor” said Terry.

“Really?”

“Yes, you and I are going to have breakfast in an hour.  Then after that you have a day of pampering and preparation.  Only the best for my beautiful queen,” he said.

“Oh my God Terry!  You have really got it together, huh?” I said “So what happens when we get back home?”

“Well for one thing, you will be moving in with me immediately.  We’ll call everybody and tell them and maybe we can have a reception or if you want we can have another ceremony,” said Terry.

“Aww Terry…I love you baby!” I screamed.

“Okay well if you love me go get dressed because I am starving and we have somewhere to be later,” he said.

We got dressed and headed out to get some breakfast.  I smiled as we walked through the hotel.  Terry reached for my hand as the glass doors opened for us to walk out.  I heard Jennifer Hudson’s song  “If This Isn’t Love” playing softly in the lobby.  It was right on time.

 Click Here To Listen–> If This Isn’t Love – By: Jennifer Hudson

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Episode 32: You’re The Only One

From the moment we landed in Tahiti, I knew this was a special trip and I was going to have the time of my life.  Terry was being his usual sweet self but he seemed kind of distracted.  I figured he was probably having thoughts of work and worrying about the business while he was away. 

“Terry, is everything okay with work?” I asked.

“Yeah Baby, why?” he asked me.

“Well, you just seem a little distant and at tad bit farther away from me than I want you to be,” I explained “I just thought maybe something happened at work before we left and you’re not telling me.”

“Dang, I apologize Syrah.  I just have a few things on my mind and I’m trying to figure out how to make some things happen.  I don’t mean to be that way.  Plus, we’re on vacation and you know what? I promise I will make it up to you.  No more thinking about work or anything else.  I’m going to be thinking about you and us and that’s it.  As a matter of fact, I’m going to turn off this phone right now and you and I are going to enjoy each other.”

By now, he had pulled me close to him as we stood out on the balcony that had the beachside view of the Tahitian waters.  As he kissed me I knew he meant what he said and we were connected again. 

We decided to get dressed up for dinner and Terry had some gifts for me.  He had a beautiful “little black dress” he insisted I wore tonight and some stunning silver shoes by Jimmy Choo.  I had never bought a pair of those high prices shoes ever in my life and I don’t think I would have either.  Somehow this man knew me and the shoes were just what I liked, just a little more expensive.  I was so excited about the shoes I didn’t even see when he pulled out three jewelry boxes that contained earrings, with matching necklace and bracelet.  Oh my God, diamonds were everywhere.  I could have slapped myself. 

“What?  You don’t like them?” Terry asked.

“Terry, Baby, I love them! And I love you!  This is so sweet!” I said as I hugged him close and tight. 

“You didn’t have to get me all of this stuff.  I am so happy and thank you Baby,” I said.

“You are definitley welcome and I am happy because you like it and Syrah I love you too Baby.  I love you so much that I want you to always know it and I’m not going to ever let you forget it,” Terry said.

Terry looked so handsome.  He had a on a tux I picked out for him earlier and damn, he was fine!  ‘You did good for yourself, Syrah, I thought as I smiled while this wonderful man put the necklace around my neck and bracelet on my arm.  I won’t lie.  He put the earrings in my ears too.  Now that was another first for me.  Having a man put my diamond earrings in my ears was just sweet to me.

Dinner was delicious and I was drinking chardonnay, smiling, laughing, and kissing the man I loved who made me feel beautiful, loved, sexy, and wanted.  When dessert came, I told Terry I couldn’t eat another drop but he insisted I try it and take it with me if I couldn’t eat it.  I agreed so he ordered it.  When the dessert came, the waiter lifted the top off the dish and nothing was there but a sparking, beautiful, diamond ring.  I looked at Terry and I sobered up quick.  (It’s amazing how you can get sober all of a sudden.) 

“Terry,” I said as I shook my head and smiled.

“Baby, that’s for you.  And I want to ask you something,” he said.

The restaurant got so quiet and all eyes were on me and Terry, who was now on one knee on my left side holding the ring up to my finger.  Everything went in slow motion and I even remember seeing an older white woman with lovely, curly red hair, looking at me and smiling with tears in her eyes. 

“Syrah, you’re the only one I want.  You’re the only one I love.  I only want you and I need you in my life.  You’re my best friend.  I love you.  Syrah, Baby, will you marry me?”

“Yes, Terry.  Yes I’ll marry you,” I said and he slipped the brilliant ring on my finger which made a perfect fit and matched the other diamonds I wore.

I cried and held onto him and the restaurant began to play one of my favorite songs by Eric Benet called “You’re The Only One”.  It seemed like the heavens had opened up to me and I was floating on a cloud.  I kissed him and hugged him and kissed him some more.  That was a moment I’ll never forget for as long as I live. 

That night Terry knew that he was certainly the only one I want and need in my life too.

 

Click Here To Watch Video –>You’re The Only One

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Episode 31: Hate On Me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ever since Terry told me we were going to Tahiti, I had been dreaming of him and me in that paradise of a place, surrounded by white sand, turquoise water, and endless blue skies.  This was going to be the best time of my life!  I was telling everybody too because I was so dang happy.  I couldn’t help it.  What I failed to remember was that not everybody will share in your happiness, wonderful love life, fine man, and personal peace in your life. 

Sunday evening I was waiting on Terry to come over.  We planned to just hang out, maybe go walk in the park, or just rent some movies from Blockbuster.  We didn’t know what we were going to do, but we’d figure it out once he got to my place.  I looked out the window and smiled.  I was still in ‘I actually have a new Mercedes’ mode too.  My phone rang and I looked at the caller ID.  It was Helena, a lady I met in church one Sunday.  We became acquaintances and even had lunch a few times.  However, she had this bad habit of being ‘holier than thou’ and always judged people, something about her I didn’t care for and called her out about quite a few times.  I know she used to get mad with me when I would tell her she wasn’t perfect either and all of us are working on our salvation.

“Hey there Syrah.  Girl, how you doing?” said Helena.

“I’m good. What’s going on?” I asked.

“Oh, not much.  I didn’t see you in church today,” she said.

“I know because I watched it online,” I told her.

“Online? Well, you know…forsake not yourself from assemblying with others now,” she half quoted from the bible.

“Whatever.  I didn’t feel like getting up.  Plus you are not the boss of me, and you sure ain’t my mama.  Did you forget I’m older than you too?  How about respect your elder and don’t be questioning me.  I do what I want to do….know this,” I said.

“Well, excuse me then.  Amen,” she said “So what’s up with you and with Terry?  How’s that going?” she asked nosily.

It was times like this I wish I had never told Helena I met Terry.

“Girl nothing but work, writing, and Terry and I are fine.  As a matter of fact, we are going to Tahiti in a few days.  So I’ll be getting some much needed R & R,” I said.

“Tahiti?” she asked.

“Yes Amen! Ain’t God good?” I said.

“Syrah, are you sure you should go to Tahiti with him?  I mean he hasn’t proposed to you or nothing.  Girl, that could be a trap to get you to sin and sleep with him.  Are yall staying in the same room and bed and all?” she asked.

“You know what Helena?  You are so nosey! And talk about naïve with no clue.  Yes, I’m going, and I’m happy too!  And how about I’ll sin if I want to.  How you like that?” I said.

“Uhm…well I was just saying what the Word says for us to yield not to temptation,” she said.

“Did you know the devil can quote scriptures too?” I asked.

“Helena you are one self righteous, judgmental fake ass Christian.  Yes, I said fake ass.  Ass is in the bible too!  You should know that since you read it so much.  Stop being jealous!  So nobody else can have a man and have a life if you’re still miserable and lonely.  Oh, I forgot.  You got Jesus.  Well, so do I and I  also have a wonderful, loving, fine man too!  Wish you did don’t you?  You have so much growing up to do.  You are immature in so many areas and you haven’t learned how to be a woman yet or even deal with a man.  That’s sad.  And criticizing and judging me is only a small part of your problem honey.  This is why you don’t have that many friends.  Check yourself because your holier than thou act has long had the curtain closed on it,” I said.

“Well, I ws just speaking the truth as a friend,” said Helena.

“Really?  Well, any friend would be happy for me. Not only that, they would trust that I am grown enough to make my own decisions about my relationships and my life.  I know you think you have some wisdom but, you have nothing you can ever tell me about my relationship with Terry.  You don’t know him and you don’t know me either,” I said.

“I wasn’t trying to offend you,” she said.

“You didn’t.  You just need to know to stop being stupid getting in my business like that,” I said “You don’t know me girl.”

“Syrah I wasn’t trying to get in your business,” said Helena.

“Girl, you’ve been doing that mess since I met Terry and made the mistake of telling you about him.  You’ve asked me where he lives, what he does, where he works, what he drives, and how much money he makes.  Helena, you even googled him.  Don’t lie!  I know you did.  You’ve not only asked me 21 questions, you’ve asked me 42!  I’m gonna tell it to you like this and make it clear.  Girl, mind your own damn business.  That’s why people have stopped talking to you.  You judge everybody as if you don’t do anything wrong.  And you can be a rude heffa when you want too.  Your mouth is poison, and nobody wants to be around you with all that.  I know I don’t.  Have you noticed I don’t call you?  Listen, I need to go.  I need to pack plus,  I see my man is outside.  See unlike you, I have a man who loves me and loves me so much, he’s taking me on a trip to Tahiti!  And I love him and I’m going and I’m sooooo happy, not even a killjoy like you can change that.  You are sad and twisted.  I hope you get a man soon that way you can stop worrying about me and mine!” I said.

“Syrah, I’m sorry,” said Helena with a sad tone, “I wish you and Terry the best and I’m glad you’re happy.  Maybe one day I will be too.”

“You will.  Trust God,” I said, “Bye.”

It’s funny.  Haters will hate on you about anything.  You have to start calling them out on it though in order for them to stop.  Go head and hate on me hater.

 

Click Here For Video–> Hate On Me: Jill Scott

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Episode 30: More Than Words

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mission accomplished.  I finally finished up the last article I was writing for a new magazine called Indigo that I recently signed a contract with.  I emailed the copy to the editor. 

“He better not edit it too much either,” I said as I hit the send button.

I was about to take a nap when my phone rang, as it has a habit of doing as soon as I decide I want to close my eyes for 45 minutes to an hour.  I looked at the phone and saw that it was Terry so my initial irritation immediately turned into joy, topped off with a pose for the camera smile.

“Hey beautiful, what you up to?” said Terry.

“Hey baby, I just finished up some work and I’m about to just relax for a while,” I said.

“Oh okay, cool.  So did you think about what I asked you the other night?” he asked.

“Of course I did.  I can’t stop thinking about it.”  I told him with excitement escaping from me that I didn’t plan on showing.

“Sooo?” Terry asked.

I could tell he was smiling and I’m sure he knew I was grinning from ear to ear too.

“So, yes!” I said.

“Cool.  I can finalize the plans today and get our tickets,” he said.

“Terry, I can’t believe you are taking me to Tahiti,” I said “This is like a dream come true.  I mean Terry, the car, the gifts.  You’ve really been so good to me.  I can’t even begin to compete with you on that.”

“Baby, we’re not in competition.  I’m doing these things for you because I love you and I want to spend all the time I can with you.  Plus, we both need a vacation and I think we need to go on one,” he said.

“Terry, all I can say is…I’m there and one question?  When do we leave?”

We both laughed.

“Well, next Wednesday is our departure date so make sure you have all the sexy sundresses you want packed in your bag,” he said.

“Next Wednesday?” I asked “Are you serious?”

“Yes, next Wednesday and I am very serious.  You don’t have any conflicts with that do you?” asked Terry.

“Honey, if I did, I don’t now,” I replied “I’m making room for my baby, spending time with my man.”

“Look at you,” he said “girl you gonna make me steal you away for 2 weeks, not just one.”

“Terry, the trip is for a week? Aww, baby!” I screamed.

“Yes, I’m going to have you all to myself for 7 whole days.  I love you Syrah.  This is going to be the best vacation I ever had in my life.  I already know it,” said Terry.

“Aww, Terry I love you too sweetie and I know this is going to be the best vacation I’ve ever had,” I said “You sure know how to make a girl feel loved.”

“How about I make you feel loved tonight by taking you out to dinner?” he asked.

“You know what?  How about I make you feel loved by cooking dinner for you?” I replied. “How’s 7 o’clock?”

“Oh man!  I am there and I can’t wait,” said Terry.

Terry and I talked for a few more minutes and we hung up.  God, I love this man, I thought to myself as I closed my eyes to take in all the good news and think about what I was going to cook for dinner.  Whatever I came up with was going to be good. 

“I am going to Tahiti!” I said out loud and smiled.

I was beginning to learn Terry’s love language.  He is definitely one who shows his love and care by giving gifts.  With him, he has to do something for you to make you smile, cause you to just be happy and erupt with joy.  I loved that about him.  He was not only a giving man but a man of his word.  I could trust that he will do what he says he will.  Truly his love for me was more than words.

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Episode 29: I Can’t Stop Lovin You

  

It was a beautiful thing to drive my brand new Mercedes.  Terry just kept watching my reaction and it seemed to make him beam with delight as he smiled every few minutes, then shook his head at my animation about the car.  This was truly one of the best things that ever happened to me!  It was almost like I was dreaming, but it was real and this time I didn’t pinch myself because I didn’t want to snap out of it anyway.

We drove with the top down and sailed down I-20, headed toward Glenwood Avenue.  The area on Glenwood had been revitalized in the past few years and it was a cozy, little neighborhood spot.  The newly constructed four story townhomes towered over us with elegance and the community was distinguished by the brick structures.  The great dining, eclectic shops, and friendly ambience made it one of Terry’s favorite spots to chill so we made our way to Vino Libro.

I parked on the side of the street, almost in front of the restaurant.  It was a crisp, clear night.  The weather wasn’t too cool or too humid either outside.  The sky glimmered with it’s diamonds and the moon was full and surrounded by winking stars that seemed brighter than usual on that night.  Terry opened my door and gave me a big hug and kiss.

“Terry, I love this car.  You won’t be getting this back unless you repossess it from me in the middle of the night,” I said.

“I told you it was yours to keep Baby, if you want it.  Plus, I knew you’d love it anyway.  I almost kept it for myself, but I said naw, I shouldn’t be that selfish,” said Terry as he laughed.

“Whatever then,” I said “You need to stop.”

We went inside Vino Libro and a jazz band was playing.  The atmosphere was light and inviting.  Candles lit on every table seemed to calm the air and mellow the souls of all surrrounded by their glow.  A few guys sat at the bar and a couple of ladies were ordering drinks and wine.  Terry asked the waiter if we could get a table outside.  I shook my head in agreement and watched the band play.  They sounded really good.  The place wasn’t packed to maximum capacity, but we wanted to enjoy each other and talk.  So outside was a good spot to relax and chill.  The waiter brought us a table and arranged it outside on the sidewalk and it was an excellent choice. 

I ordered a cranberry juice and Terry got us some chicken quesadillas.

“I really like the homes they’ve built here in this area,” I said.  “I’d like to know what they look like inside.”

“Maybe we can come back tomorrow or something and take a look,” said Terry “They are nice, good location too.  You wouldn’t mind moving out here would you?”

I looked at Terry and wondered what was going throught his ever so thoughtful mind.  This man would probably buy me the townhouse and move all of my stuff in two hours while I was at the gym or something.

“I sure wouldn’t mind.  It is a good area, close to downtown, friendly with the neighborhood feel.  Plus, you have to have a little loot to stay out here.  I’m sure they run at least $400,000 and up,” I replied.

We talked at ate and did some people watching along with laughing at some crazy outfits people actually wore out of the house.  One crew of women we saw needed 2 tickets each from the fashion police.  A couple of them needed to be arrested.  The funny thing was, you could tell they thought they looked super fine.  The air of confidence surrounding them was outrageous!  For example, one had on blue, no royal blue leather pants, a white tank top, and some bright yellow patton leather pumps.  Then she had her hair dyed red, yes Kool-Aid red.  Terry said she looked like a box of crayons.  We laughed so hard.  I was crying.  That was too funny.

I looked over at my new Mercedes and couldn’t stop smiling.  Wow!  This was really happening to me.  I have been found by a wonderful, not to mention good looking man, with a real job, who actually thinks about me, not himself.  I was truly beginning to love Terry and all I can say is, it felt good.

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Episode 28: Heaven Sent

Terry was on his way to pick me up so I wanted to speed up my beautifying process.  I loosened my hair and let it go free, natural, and wild.  Terry liked it like that.  I was putting the last few bobby pins in my hair when the phone rang.  Of course it was Terry.

“Hey Baby!” said Terry with a little extra excitement in his voice.

“Hey Handsome!” I said matching the happy tone.

“I’m at the gate.  Let me in girl,” he said “I can’t wait to see you!”

“Can’t wait to see to see you either.  Access is granted,” I said as I pushed the number key to let him in.

I had decided earlier to create a relaxing mood and atmosphere for my man, so I had my candles lit, blinds closed for minimum light, lighting just a little low, and the Merlot was chilling in my silver ice bucket.  I had it all set up on the bar, ready to go.

I peeked out of my bedroom window right quick and I didn’t see Terry’s Navigator nor did I see the Maserati.  I did see a nice black Mercedes SL 600 convertible parking next to my little Jetta though.  Terry gets out of the car and reaches over the seat for something.

“What in the world?” I thought to myself as I headed for the door.  “This man has gone and bought another car!”

The doorbell rang so I answered it, all excited, and trying to compose myself.  I admit.  I was so happy to see him.  We both had been so busy during the week and it was time for us to give each other some real attention.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“Like you don’t know who it is,” said Terry.

We both laughed as I opened the door.

“Hey you!” I said.

“Hey, Sweetie!  I missed you girl!” said Terry as he handed me a bouquet of tulips, my favorite flower.  He was so thoughtful.  I was still wondering if he was for real or not, especially when he did things like that.

“Aw, Terry, you are just so sweet.  Thank you Boo! I love tulips!” I said smiling and smelling my tulips.

I put those tulips down and gave Terry a loving, warm, hug and he took over with a ‘I miss you’ kiss.  If he wasn’t holding me up, I would’ve been on the floor because this man still made me feel so light when he kissed me, you could knock me over with a feather.  When was I going to get over that?

I had the stereo playing a CD with some good songs on it.  It was playing “At Your Best,” the version by Aaliyah.  Terry was already pouring us a little glass of wine as I put my tulips in a vase.

“So what’s the plan? What are we doing tonight Mr. Taylor?” I asked.

“Well after we finish this glass of wine here, I thought we’d get another glass at Vino Libro,” he said “And we can get a bite to eat there too.  Is that cool?”

“Yeah, sounds good to me,” I said sipping on my Merlot.

“Plus, I have a surprise for you too,” he said. “You’re gonna love this too Syrah.” he said, smiling and really excited too.

“Really? What is it?” I asked “Now you have to tell me since you mentioned it. You know how I am.”

“Naw, can’t tell you.  It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?” he answered.

“Okay Terry.  I guess I have to go along with you for now,” I said sounding slightly disappointed.

“I knew you would,” said Terry as he kissed me on the forehead.

We sat for a while, just talking, laughing and listening to the music.  Terry just held me close and we finished up our glass of wine.

Of course I was still thinking about the surprise, trying not to mention it again.  The radio was playing Keyshia Cole’s “Heaven Sent” and I was singing along too.  I loved this song.  It reminded me of Terry so much.

“Okay here’s the surprise,” said Terry.

“I looked at him all excited, already smiling.

“You know how you’ve been having some issues with your car and you said you wanted to sell it, right?” he said.

I shook my head yes.

“Well, I got you another one, that Mercedes you saw a few weeks ago that you said you liked,” said Terry “And Baby, it is so nice.  I drove it here.  You’re gonna love it!”

I looked at Terry in awe.  Did I just hear him correctly? I thought to myself.

“Oh my God, Terry, you got me a Mercedes?” I screamed with joy “I can’t believe it! Oh yes, I can believe it,” I said with excitement as I hugged him and kissed him about to knock over the empty wine glasses.

Terry was smiling and pulled out the keys.

“But Terry, I shouldn’t accept a car from you.  I mean…I don’t know what I mean,” I said.

“Well, Syrah I want you to have it.  I tell you what.  Why don’t you just use it until you sell yours,” he suggested “Would that make you feel like you can accept a blessing like this.”

“Terry, of course, I can accept it.  Thank you sooo much!  Why did you do that?” I asked.

“Because I care about you and I want you to be able to drive in peace, not worry about something going wrong with your car,” he said “And plus, I love you like that.”

“Terry, this has to be the best thing anyone has ever done for me.  Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I said as I hugged and kissed him again.

“Come on, let’s go for a ride in your new car,” he said.

We blew out all the candles and he handed me the keys.  This was wonderful!  I was so happy. 

Terry had to be sent from heaven.  Who else but God would send me a man like him? 

 

 

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Episode 27: Take a Bow

Mina went on to tell me how Ned constantly asked her for money and she couldn’t let this fool use her anymore, especially since she found out he was doing more than smoking weed and drinking.  Mina said she and Ned went out to a restaurant one night and ran into some interesting people who were not only high, but they actually invited her and Ned to a “smoke out party”.  One of the guys pulled out a little bag of white powder that was definitely not baking soda and didn’t smell like something you’d sprinkle on a baby’s bottom either. To top it all off, Ned told her he’d meet her back at the apartment and left with his crew.  When he came back, he was stoned.  She said she knew something wasn’t right when Ned’s eyes stared that bag down like a hawk does its prey.  Mina said she found a letter hanging out of Ned’s pocket so she pulled it out and read it as Ned lay passed out on the couch.  In the letter Ned’s ex, whose name is Doretha, was telling him how sorry she was and apologizing to him because she knew he was disgusted with her.  She then went on to say she’d never had any positive test results for anything, other than precancerous cells in a pap smear.  She wrote that she looked all night on the internet for illnesses and diseases, but couldn’t find anything that matched or looked like her symptoms, which were some dry places in her inner thighs and a rash around her mouth.  She said she found out that she had hepatitis and Ned should get tested because they both did heroin together and she was going to get help, and get in a drug treatment program. She went on to write that she was calling the doctor for her results about the mouth and booty rashes.

“Now what does that sound like to you Syrah?” asked Mina.
“Sounds like old girl has diaper rash from wearing some tight drawz!” I said as Mina and I burst into laughter.

“Naw, seriously, sounds like she’s talking about being concerned she has an STD Mina,” I said.

“Well, that’s what I thought, but when I confronted Ned about it, first he accused me of violating his privacy by reading the letter which was hanging out of his pocket about to drop on the floor anyway.  If he wasn’t doped up, he would’ve known I had it.  He didn’t know until I told him that.  Girl, do you believe this fool?  Then he said this was about a personal, serious concern about her having cancer so I should stop snooping and letting the devil put things in my mind to mess with me,” Mina said.

“Now how can this be about cancer when she said in the letter plainly that she knows he is disgusted with her.  Now why would he be disgusted if the woman thought she had cancer?  Oh, and I forgot to tell you too, she said in that letter that she had not been with anyone else since Texas. Why would she tell him about something dealing with sex if it wasn’t about that?”

“Mina, Ned is a stupid, irresponsible, lazy, deadbeat dad, lying, leeching, pus filled serpent, going to hell with gasoline drawz on for the way he has treated you and for how ungrateful he is to you for the past few months you’ve stood by him when he quit his job as a firefighter and even when business deal after business deal failed.  You know when we talked the last time about the last business deal that went sour, I sensed Ned messed that up himself.  His mouth is awful and he doesn’t know how to talk to people.  He is such a know it all that he doesn’t know anything at all.  You know what I mean?  He could’ve just been a man about it, not insult your intelligence with that lame, devil got you snooping diversion.  So, he’s tries to put it off on you instead of having to man up when he got busted.  He deserves an award for the role he played, a standing ovation.  You tried girl, close the door and let him be on the other side when it slams.  He is not good enough for you anyway.  He’s a loser in the worst way and will continue to fail and be a loser as long as he is treating people the way he treated you and probably, what’s her name, Doretha too.  And another thing, the devil didn’t put anything in your mind, Mina.  That was God revealing and exposing Ned for who he really is, his lack of character too and God allowed you to see this for yourself,” I said.

“I know Syrah.  I know.  I’m done and I close that door.  It kind of hurt a little but I knew it was coming.  As a matter of fact, I was praying for something to change and since he didn’t, my change is moving on with my life without him.  To tell you the truth Syrah, I realized, I never loved him.  Plus, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.  Funny, huh?” she said.

“No, that was just you guarding your heart from what you knew deep inside was not for you.  So now, the door is open for someone new, someone good, someone who gives and doesn’t take, someone who is honest, not a deadbeat and a liar.  Be glad you got out now because there are probably more women you didn’t even know about too.  He’s not a man.  He’s still a boy.  He’s still immature and doing stupid things, just like little boys do.  Let him go back to living with his grandmama and all her cats and beg her for food,” I said.

“Yeah, I know.  To tell you the truth, I haven’t fooled around with Ned for the past 6 months because I knew he was out there.  We broke up long time ago, just kind of letting it linger because I thought we were friends, but obviously not.  I went to my doctor just in case and I’m clear as far as any disease though.  So I’m happy about that.  Maybe that dumb heffa did have diaper rash!” Mina said as we laughed again.

Mina and I sat and talked and laughed.  She was a strong minded, good woman, reminded me of myself.  I have lived through that same story Mina had just told me so I knew exactly what she was going through.  Mina was going to be alright and I could tell her that and know for sure because I was alright too.  We even prayed and I asked God to send her the man that was just right for her.  Mina was such a sweet young woman, with a heart of gold, like me.  I wanted her to meet her “Terry” too.  And I felt like soon she would because she had closed the door on the wrong man and opened the door for the right one to come into her life.  She’d be coming back in no time to tell me what a wonderful, good, handsome, loving, kind, giving, employed, non drug using man she had met.  Soon, very soon.

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Episode 26: Bruised But Not Broken

Someone was knocking at the door when I realized, I must have drifted off to sleep just that quick.

“Syrah, it’s just me, Mina from next door,” I heard a voice say.

I rubbed my eyes as I got up from my big comfy couch and let her in.

“What’s going on Mina?” I asked as I yawned and stretched on my way back to my warm spot on the couch.

“I need to talk. I guess I’m not feeling too good today, a little down about things. Girl, me and Ned are over, done, out of commission, through,” she said sadly as I looked up and noticed a somber look on her face.

“Aw, Mina, I’m sorry you’re feeling bad about that, but I promise, you’ll be okay. You know what? This too shall pass, trust me. It might not feel so good right now, but you’ll be alright. This is not the end of you. You’re bruised, but not broken. This is your opportunity to either lay down and die or learn from this, live on to the next level, a better place in your life and do things differently when the right man for you comes to you. The little bit of hurt and pain you feel is going to fade away soon, baby, sooner than you think,” I said, hoping to give her some comfort.

She nodded yes to agree as tears began to roll down her cheeks. I gave her a few tissues.

“Okay now Mina, after today, I don’t want you to keep crying over this. You know why? All this means is that you’re about to meet somebody that runs circles around Ned, with his leeching self. So he had to go! You deserve a man better than him anyway. Honey, you can do bad by yourself. Trust me I know. You did all you could do to help him girl, and you didn’t need to be supporting a grown man like that anyway,” I said.

“Yeah, I know Syrah. Do you know this broke joke got mad at me when I looked at him crazy after he asked me for $20? I admit I gave him the stupid look and went off because I was tired and I told him he needed to get off his behind and go find himself a real job, stop acting like he has a problem working for people, like he’s too good. At some point, it should have registered in his mind that in life you do what you have to do to get where you want to be. So if that means getting a job until you can get on your feet as an entrepreneur then you do that. He is so selfish girl. He wouldn’t even work for the sake of his kids. I mean could you just get a job because you know your kids need things like food, clothes, lunch money? Do it for them. I saw how self absorbed, self righteous and self centered he is. No one and nothing matters to him but himself. Pitiful. Do you know he told me he didn’t want to work? Yeah, well me neither but I don’t want to be hungry and homeless either so, I work! Sometimes, God wants you to be faithful to what belongs to another man before He gives you your own. Instead all Ned seemed to do was take from me, never giving back anything but criticism of course, criticized my cooking, criticized my hair, criticized my driving, criticized anything about me he could find. Not once did I talk down to him even though in my mind I was thinking he was a sorry excuse for a man, not to mention a deadbeat dad for not taking care of his kids. Those boys deserve a better father. I guess I felt kind of sorry for him too, really. It seemed like nothing would work out for him with the business. He got ripped off twice and lost out because he wasn’t doing things right, not communicating in the proper tone with people he was doing business with. He has this way of talking to people like they are the biggest idiots and people sense that arrogance and didn’t want to work with him. Too many business people we met just didn’t call him back, canceled meetings, or didn’t show up at all. That’s funny because when I went to meet with some of his potential clients, they showed up, talked and it was cool until he started talking to them. So it had to be him. Girl, he has a lot to learn or he will continue to have problems. But I know he’ll never get another dime or another $20 from me. Half of the time he was buying weed with it, like I didn’t know. A shame. You know, I believe God was trying to tell him something though, like you are out of order. Get a job first so I can teach you some things about business, communication, and respect,” she said as she vented about Ned.

“I hear that,” I replied.

I listed as Mina talked and I could tell she was just fine. I was glad that she was able to see Ned was not the man she needed in her life. How many times do we as women “help a brother out” and end up bruised and taken for granted? Way too many. But I can say, it has made us stronger, wiser, and better because we know how to forgive, heal, and move on to someone better, who is destined to come find that good thing within us. Mina was knocked down today, but I could see her getting up and dusting herself off at that very moment. She kept talking and I kept listening. What she told me happened between her and Ned that ultimately caused her to sever all ties with him was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

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Episode 25: Can You Believe

After I got home to shower and change, I sat down on the couch. I contemplated drinking a glass of wine I won in a drawing. It seemed like I was always winning something.

About 6 years ago, I won the car I was currently driving. I went to a Volkswagen car dealership searching for a used car I could afford and they were having a “Drive me” celebration and it was their grand opening too. I put my name in the drawing to win the car and actually joked with the car salesman that he didn’t need to try to talk me into buying anything because I was going to win that little white Volkswagen Jetta. To my surprise, as I was about to make a deal on a used Jetta, they made an announcement that they were going to reveal the winner of the car. It seemed like the whole dealership got quiet.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you must be present to win this spanking brand new Volkswagen. So without further ado… Drum roll please…and the winner is Syrah Sims! Come over to the ‘Drive Me’ tent and get your new ride! Syrah Sims, you have 10 minutes to come and claim your car.”

I screamed like I never heard myself scream before. I’m not the type to even react like that but, I felt like God was doing this for me because He knew I needed a car but, didn’t want a car payment. However, I couldn’t afford to buy one with cash at that time. I was jumping up and down. I grabbed the salesmen by the neck and forced him to rejoice with me. Then I kissed the man on the lips. As a matter of fact, he probably liked that, which explains why he kept calling me weeks after I had won the car.

Anyway, the point is, I won the car and had not bought one since and was not planning on buying one either. So I enter drawings and buy raffle tickets whenever someone asks me. And I always won! My wine was no different, won that too.

Instead, I decided to call Terry and tell him about Crazy Mareesa.

“Hey there! Are you busy?” I asked.

“What’s up? Naw I’m actually on my way back to the office. Everything ok?”

“Yeah, it’s cool. I just had to tell you about my interesting meeting today after my workout at the gym.” I said.

“Oh yeah, what happened?” Terry asked.

“Well, I was threatened by a woman today and she told me to keep my distance from her man that I was flirting with. Could you believe that?”

“Girl, who you been flirtin with besides me?” asked Terry in a joking way.
“That’s the point. It is you! Terry, I met your old acquaintance, Mareesa,” I revealed.

“What? You have got to be messing with me Syrah. Then again, that broad is a head case, I mean she real dingy and crazy!” he said “Well what did you do?”

I told Terry what happened and about the words exchanged between me and Ding Bat.

“Dang, I’m sorry about that Baby, but I let her go before I even asked you out,” he said “But you let me know if you ever she ever tries that again, and I’ll take care of it. I don’t like that drama stuff Syrah, and no woman is gonna be approaching my lady like that with some nonsense. I don’t want her.”

We talked for a few more minutes and Terry reassured me that this was something I should never had to deal with again. He thanked me for being me and not quick to assume Mareesa was telling the truth at any point.

“That’s one of the things I really like about you Syrah. You didn’t come at me all wrong about this and you didn’t accuse me of any wrongdoing. I appreciate that so much,” said Terry.

“I don’t know what to say Terry. That’s just who I am. I had a question in my mind about it for a few seconds but all I can say is I trust you and I will trust you until you give me a reason not,” I said.

“You won’t ever have a reason not to trust me Syrah because I won’t give you one. How about I swing by a little earlier than we planned and we can have a glass of that wine I know you’re sittin there thinking about opening without me,” said Terry.

How did he know that? I laughed and so did he.

“You got me on that one, but I’ll hold off, keep it chilled, and wait for you,” I said.

Terry and I hung up and I put the wine in the fridge to chill for a few hours. I turned the stereo on pulled out my laptop to start writing some. After about 3 minutes of looking at the blank, white screen, I set the laptop aside and just listened. The radio was playing a song by Robin Thicke called Can You Believe and I just closed my eyes and listened. I felt like I won another drawing. Yes, I can believe.

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Episode 24: Gettin’ In The Way

I had a training appointment at LA Fitness with my trainer, Frederick so I headed for the gym.  Frederick was his real name, but Narika and I called him Fred the Fitness Nazi.  He loved to put us through what seemed like crazy, almost unbearable, about to pass out on the floor workouts that made sure we were drenched in sweat.  So much for trying to look cute when we went there.  Narika swore up and down she couldn’t stand him and she was going to stop training with him because he was crazy but she kept setting appointments.  He couldn’t be that crazy if she was still signing up every week.  But I sensed she was just finding herself digging The Fitness Nazi and she even admitted she would go out on a date with him if he asked.  I thought about maybe encouraging that and see what happened.  I got there right on time.

I felt great even though The Fitness Nazi pushed me way pass what I thought was my max.  He had me running around the gym, which I hated, and doing lunges until my legs felts like rubber bands. 

This man has got to be insane, I thought to myself. 

“Go ahead and give me 20 push-ups,” said Fred.

“You’re mighty quiet today Syrah.  Everything alright?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m good.  I just think it’s time for me to stop trying to fight the workout and let it work for me like it should.  You know?” I said “Plus, I know you appreciate my cooperation instead of whining and attempts to negotiate with the number of reps you tell me to do.”

“I like that.  That’s right.  Don’t fight the workout,” he said as he instructed me to run one more lap around the gym.  I gave him a mean look and cut my eyes but proceeded to get moving.  I managed to finish my “run of shame” around the gym and the workout without whining or complaining.  Fred even said he was proud of me for not whining like I usually did. 

It felt too good to whine and complain about the crazy workout sessions. 

I set up my next appointment with the Fitness Nazi and was out the door when I heard a voice say

“Excuse me, Syrah.”

I turned around and a woman with a worn out curly weave pony tail was standing there with her hand on her hip.  She was lighter skinned and probably in her mid 30s.  She had a sour look on her face and I had no clue who she was. 

“Yes, can I help you?” I asked.
“Yeah, you need to stop flirting with my man,” she said “You never know who’s watching you and I know it takes two, but you need to keep your distance.  I’m being nice now but, later on I will be a bitch about it.” 

“First of all, I don’t know you and who is your ‘man’?  Because if your so called man is flirting with me, he’s obviously not your man.  And another thing, if you want to be a bitch about whatever don’t wait until later, do you now,” I snapped.

“I’m Mareesa and I’m talking about Terry Taylor,” she said.

My mind was racing after she said that.  Was Terry a nominee for liar of the year?  Or was this heffa trying to get in my way?

 

It seemed like instantly I knew what this was about deep in my heart of hearts.

 

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Episode 23: Joy

I was finishing up an article for my regular column in Essence Magazine and it was a snap for me.  I didn’t have to take any breaks and I was able to also submit a weekly article I was writing for the Atlanta Journal Constitution.  I had several writing assignments going on and those were just a few.  The day was going very well and it was almost time for lunch.  I thought about Terry and how I was glad he was there when Kevin got the bright idea to come over.  Terry took care of me and for the first time in a long time, I let someone do that.

I decided it was time for a well deserved break so I went into the kitchen to make me some hot green tea.  I had a session booked with my trainer so I went to change into my gym clothes while the tea brewed.

I turned on the radio and rummaged through my gym clothes until I found my shorts and a t-shirt.

A feeling of joy came all over me when Terry came across my mind again.  I smiled to myself as I thought about how good he smelled and the way he looked at me with those piercing brown eyes.  I could hear him say he loved me over and over again.  When Terry said he loved me, those words wiped out all the hateful, hurtful ones Kevin yelled out.

I put on my sneakers and headed back to the kitchen because the tea pot was singing.  I was singing too, making up my own words to the song on the radio.

My phone was ringing yet again and I answered as I sipped a little tea.

“Hello”

“Hey Baby, how’s everything going?  Writing today?” asked Terry.

“Hey you!  Everything’s good. I’m done with my first set of writing for the day so I’m happy about that,” I said “How’s it going with you?”

“I’m good too, just got a new account so I’m happy about that and just wanted to call you and tell you we gotta celebrate.  Syrah, this account is huge!  Sweetie, it is my biggest account ever!” he said.

“Wow, Terry, sounds like you’re having a fantastic day!  I’m happy for you honey,” I said.

“Thank you Baby!  Listen, you got a minute to talk?” he asked.

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” I asked him wondering what he wanted to talk about.

“I meant what I said Syrah.  I know you probably weren’t expecting me to say it.  Truth is, I never planned on saying it either but I did and I meant it.  I didn’t say that I loved you because I wanted to shut your ex up.  I said it because I do love you and I don’t ever want you to doubt that.” said Terry.

“Terry, I, I don’t know what to say,” I said.

“You don’t have to say anything Sweetie.  You’ll know what to say when the time comes and you’re ready,” he said.

“Terry, you just know how to make me smile.  I feel overjoyed and you’ve made me so happy,” I said.

“That’s what I want to keep doing, making you happy,” said Terry “Well, Baby, I have one last client to meet with for lunch.  So, why don’t I call you later and maybe we can meet up for a glass of wine or something if you’re not busy.”

“I would really like that,” I said “Call me later.”

“I will.  Talk to you later Sweetie,” said Terry.

We hung up and I sat on the bed, then laid back and looked up at the ceiling.

The radio was playing Blackstreet.  I hadn’t heard this song in a long time.  It was called Joy, exactly what I was feeling.  I closed my eyes and listened.  “Goodbye loneliness and so long to my heartache, now that joy has taken over, and decided to stay.”

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Episode 22: Love Saw It

“Terry, it’s my ex-boyfriend, Kevin. I can’t believe he came over here. He called me a few days ago. I told him very clearly not to call me anymore. He’s not getting it. And Terry, I haven’t seen or heard from him in over 2 years before he called me out of the blue,” I said.

“You know you don’t have to explain anything to me, Syrah but he’s not going to be coming over here to harass you or stalk you either,” said Terry “Is he still out there?”

“I don’t know,” I said “Why don’t I just go answer the door and let him know not to come back here again or maybe I should call the police.”

“Naw, you don’t have to call the police. I’m here so, you go check him at the door and let me know if you need me.”

I went back to the door and the doorbell rang again.

“Who is it?” I asked even though I already knew. “Why is he being a bug-a-boo?” I said to myself.

“Syrah, aw sweetie, did I wake you up? It’s me Kev.” he said.

“No you didn’t wake me up,” I said as I slightly opened the door. “Kevin, what do you want? You can’t just come by my apartment like this. I told you I was not interested in any kind of relationship, or friendship, or communication with you ever again. If you come by here again, I’m going to get a restraining order against you. I’m not playing. This is not cool.”

“Baby I said I was sorry and I’m ready for us now. Please Syrah, I, I still love you. I want you to marry me. See I got this for you,” begged Kevin as he put his hand in his pocket.

Kevin pulled a small light turquoise Tiffany’s ring box out of his pocket and opened it. Inside was a sparkling, beautiful round diamond solitaire ring that looked like it must’ve been 4 or 5 carats!

“Dang that’s a big diamond,” I thought.

“Oh my God, Kevin, I’m really flattered and this is really beautiful, but I can’t accept that,” I said with concern in my voice. “I’m not in love with you anymore. I don’t feel the same and I’m in a relationship with someone I really like and care about a lot. Please leave Kevin. Please”

“Baby, everything okay?” Terry asked as he walked behind me and put his hands around my waist.

“Oh, so he’s the reason why, huh?” said Kevin.

“Yes, and that’s what I told you Kevin, but you refuse hear that,” I said.

“You are so stupid Syrah. Do you see this ring? This is what you always wanted, the same one we looked at when I took you to Tiffany’s. I don’t even know why I wasted my time coming here. I was trying to help you out, but if you want to be a dumb b*&$h then cool.”

“Man, get the hell out of here!” Terry said in a voice I’d never heard him use before.

Then he stepped in front of me and pushed Kevin down outside of the door. The ring fell on the ground and Kevin angrily snatched it up.

“Man I better not ever see you back around Syrah again,” said Terry.

Kevin got up. His eyes were bloodshot red. His face looked different to me, dark, and downright evil. He didn’t look like himself and it was almost like he was another person.

“I don’t want you, you nappy headed b^%$h. You ain’t never gonna find nobody to love you. This fool ain’t never gonna love you. You ain’t gone do nothing but get played cause you stupid like that,” said Kevin as he kind of laughed “I was just gonna hit the skins for a few weeks anyway, take my ring back while your knotty head was sleep and leave.” He laughed again.

Terry stepped outside the door with his fist raised and made a motion to punch Kevin’s teeth out. However, Kevin ran, I mean scattered quick, like a roach when the lights get cut on. He got in his car and squealed out of the parking lot.

Kevin’s words were indeed hurtful to me but I didn’t cry this time. The last time I did.

“Baby are you okay?” asked Terry as he hugged me with a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t you even dare believe what that clown said because Syrah, I already love you and I’ll never treat you the way he did or talk to you or about you like that. You are special to me and I love everything about you, even this beautiful wild, curly head of yours. I’m serious. I mean what I say. Do you believe me?” He smiled a warm, loving, sincere smile.

Terry looked at me and I kept my head buried in his chest for a while. I did believe him and I cried.

“Why did I have to start crying?” I thought to myself. “Because he loves you and you know it.” I silently answered back.

“Yes, Terry I believe you,” I said.

Terry lifted my head and we walked back into the apartment and sat on the couch.

“I’m sorry Terry. I didn’t know he was that crazy,” I said still sounding a little teary eyed.

“It’s not your fault sweetheart so you don’t have to apologize,” he said. “And I was thinking maybe I should stay here tonight just in case he decides to be a true dummy and come back to stalk you. I mean, I can sleep on the couch, no problem. I just want to make sure my baby is safe.”

I shook my head to give consent.

He pulled me closer and put his arm around me again and kissed me on the forehead, then ever so sweetly on the lips.

“This man is really serious,” I thought to myself. “Thank you Lord!”
“I want you to stay and I just want you to hold me like this all night,” I said.

That night Terry held me all night just as I requested. That night I saw a change in my heart. For the first time in a long time, I allowed my heart to believe a man and trust him to be there for me, protect me, and make me feel secure. Love saw it and made me change.

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