Love Made Me Do It by Tamekia Nicole Page B

This made me want to choke the life out of her. “Good afternoon this is Tamekia,” there was silence “You fuckin my man?” I said “Not yet, and last I checked he was mine and will continue to be.  “It’s not where he’s at its where he wants to be.” She hung up.  I wasn’t willing to call her back from my job. I wasn’t risking my bread and butter for her or him.
    On my drive home I was thinking of clever and insulting things to say to her. I couldn’t wait to call that whore back and tell her a few things.  I picked up my phone dialed the number and low and behold I was blocked...again. I sat there in disbelief. I ran over to the window and looked over across the street. I could see two silhouettes, his & hers. I wish I was a fly on that wall.
    I could only hope that he was telling that bitch to get out.  I was definitely a dreamer. I was drawn to my lover like a moth to a flame…. literally. The mere thought of him made my knees weak, and my temperature rise.  Between the love, the imbalance, the lust and the drugs we were sure to be the death of each other.
    Anything that needed to be done I was going to do it.  ESPECIALLY, if it brought us closer together. I was willing to lie, cheat, steal, and put my life on the line for him. Till death or drugs do us part.  Waiting for the perfect moment is always hard.  When you’re in love there is no such moment.
    When I think about all the reasons I kept running the race towards my lover.  The only thing I can think of is.  I didn’t want anyone else to have the happiness that I felt he could give me.
    No matter how damaged or how imperfect he was. I was unconditionally in love with every ounce of him. Day after day I watched him. I know that he watched me too.  From the mailbox to my car.  From his car to his front door.  We were a pair of eyes watching and waiting for moments that we could be with each other. I lived for all those moments.
    I loved feeling him inside me.  I loved waiting and wondering when and if he would call. I loved HIM and I couldn’t wait for the day that we would be ONE. No sneaking and no hiding. I had the feeling that him and the skinny bitch would be coming to an end. 
    Being the patient woman that I was. I had all the time in the world.  I enjoyed watching the house they built become unraveled.  We spoke a lot while we were at work.  We were transitioning back into each other’s life and I loved the experience.
    The skinny bitch wore herself out calling me at work. I finally broke down and told the bitch to call me at home.  Eventually the phone calls died down.  The only thing now was me and him.
    She moved out.  Every second of every day I could only think about him.  On Friday nights it was me and him. I would watch him pull out everything he needed to roll the magic blunts. He needed scissors to cut the blunt open, a cutting board to section off and cut the weed, a razor blade to break down the coke and a lighter to dry the masterpiece.
    We smoked that Friday night, blunt after blunt after blunt.  When the last one was rolled and smoked.  He looked in his wallet and I looked in mine.  Between us there was $100 towards our party. We connected, we talked. Our souls connected like it was the very first time.  We fell in love all over again.
    Those drugs were powerful, the smoke alone grabbed ahold of your senses.  Making sure you didn’t have the capacity to have a rational, logical thought. Drugs and Love were, the only thing on the menu.
    My afternoon was lazy that Saturday and my body was worn out. There were no thoughts in my head.  But… how good I felt and how could I bottle that emotion.  My phone rang interrupting my thoughts and it was him. “Hello?” …”Johnson is that you?”…..”Yes baby it’s me…” “I love you...”and “I love you too....” This shit don’t stop.  It couldn’t stop I would beg and pray for years that it wouldn’t stop.  Had I known then what I know