Love Made Me Do It by Tamekia Nicole Read Free Book Online

constantly in between legs that were not mine. I just wanted to have fun and avoid arguing.  That night we went to his cousin’s house…That night I was introduced to drugs. 
    I’m talking about Rick James, Whitney Houston, rock and roll type of drugs. Of course I had seen drugs before.  My parents came from the Dope Era. I was an 80’s baby.  I had already seen a lot and was about to experience more.
    At his cousin’s house we drank and reminisced about the course of what our relationship had been. We smothered our liver in alcohol and laughed and enjoyed the night. While a blunt was rolled in another room, I was in the midst of enjoying the night.  All the bad times were almost behind me.  I sat on his lap and whispered in his ear.  “I love you.”
    He was my lover and always would be. When the blunt was passed to me, no one told me what was in it.  But the thickness of the smoke and the sweet scent told me that it was laced.  We went back to his house and made love to Mary J Blige. I cried with every stroke.  I couldn’t help but wonder if this would be our last time together. 
    I was high, he was high…we were high .  The next day would be high on a plane.  With no expectations or knowledge of what was to come. You hope for the best but expect the worst, always.  I lay there knowing that in just a few hours I would be boarding a plane and embarking on a new journey. I looked to my right and my lover lay so sound, looking so peaceful. I just stared at him for a moment….looking at him and admiring his face.
    I noticed lines in his forehead that I had never seen before. I let the sleeping giant lay.  Finally I fell asleep too.  Before I knew it, it was morning.  I slipped out of bed and into the shower.   It was show time.
    He was wide awake when I came out of the shower. I kissed him on the forehead.  “Get ready, we still have to go by my sister’s house.”  It was October 1st 2001.  It should have been chilly outside but we were having an Indian summer, in the Bay Area.  The sun was slowly getting ready to set and I was riding shotgun in his truck, music turned up with my hand on his thigh.
    We hit the freeway and we were on our way to my sister’s house so that I could say my goodbyes. So many thoughts ran thru my mind on that short drive.  The main one was self-doubt, but I pushed those thoughts out. I needed to do this, and I was going to do this.
    My love and I sat in my sister’s living room just “shooting the shit” and passing the time. This was good, because I didn’t want this goodbye to be emotional.  Anything I could do, to prevent a flood of crocodile tears would work best for everyone.
    But as the time ticked on and minutes passed by, I started to get emotional.  Then it was time.  We hugged, we kissed, and we said I love you. Making promises to call as soon as I landed safely. It was sad.  But I had to leave.  I was in too much emotional turmoil. The trip to the airport was lightning fast, we didn’t run into any traffic…all systems were a go.
    We parked in the lot and when he took his key out of the ignition, he placed his hand on my thigh.  I couldn’t face him so I looked blankly out my window.  Tears fell down my face. I wiped them and jumped out the truck.  I stood there for a moment with my back against the passenger side door. I looked up to the sky.  Praying to God that my lover to ask me to stay.
    I walked around the truck and helped him with my luggage.  Our eyes met.  He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him.  I burrowed my face into his arms. I let my tears flow freely and to my surprise he did too.
    There are many pivotal points in a relationship, and outwardly expressing emotions was one. He wiped his face after he lifted his head from my shoulder.  But not before I saw him for who he should always represent…a man that was down for his woman.  A man, that loved his woman.  “I love you”  “When are you coming back?” “I