Getting laid or played?

 

 

I shared with a few of my friends where I stand, in the process of my new project (book). Le Promesse is something that will offer most or many readers an adventure. This is a book I’m writing for my significant other and I happened to use a few real friends from my knowing, and make them characters in the book.

Writing a book takes a lot of emotion and thoughts of a very experienced writer. Anybody can write but it takes much to reveal something so great to the world. I used five of my good friends to help relay the message, because I felt that they came very close to what I was looking for in someone that was mature enough to understand.

Whom I fall in love with, I guess that’s just more than my luck. My job is to make sure that ‘prince’ reads the book after we’re together. I’m very worried about how the fans would feel about the book, or if they’d like it. But more importantly I’m contemplating on what my future husband will think about this. I want to bring out all the best and worst features of myself.

The point is to make sure that not just my husband knows who I am, but that the fans get an idea also. I find it very creative that I’m willing to put myself on paper and give you the real me. I don’t feed people bullish*t, so all of this stuff will be real. This by chance and favor, just might be better than “Love&HipHop” and “The Notebook”. Why? Good thing you ask, because there’s nothing fiction about this book. What do you guys think?

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The gift of being different and unique!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Besides the fact of having different fingerprints, I think we all are different. When I mean different, I’m not talking about swag or anything such. I’m talking about personality. One that is blessed to know that they’re different says a lot about the person. If we were all the same this world wouldn’t be boring, it’d be very unoriginal. What I like about my friends are the special features they offer to the world. One person can be outspoken, while another one just watches and observes everything around them. Another one can be in their own world, but at the same time the life of the party. The circle is small but it’s worth it. The best results sometimes is that when you limit yourself to who you hang around, things can get better than they were yesterday.

For example, I met someone this year and his name is JT (the conceited one in orange w/ fitted on). He’s amazing and I’m not saying that because I met him this year, it’s the fact of having someone that can understand you. All of my friends are different but they all have a purpose and a plan. We all want something from life but it’s either you go get it, or you just fail. The mentality we all share, it that “don’t give up” mentality. To throw in the towel like most would be something overrated. How many times can you fight for something and give up, until things don’t go your way?

Jt’s personality is custom made and made right for him. Him and I aren’t the same people but maybe there’s something we all have in common. He’s funny, smart and outgoing. Eric (The cute white boy), he’s amazing because he knows how to create something humorous in the midst of a troubling situation. He’s my little brother and I love all my friends. Sidney (the one in leather black coat) he’s hilarious but inquisitive at the same time. He likes playing music, but he works very hard at being independent for someone that’s so young. There’s a lot of features that they all have that can be mixed in with what I have.

Tasha Renee, the one kissing my cheek. She is funny, loud and very down to earth but why would I stop her from being herself. There’s always something positive about another person that can also bring out the best in you. There’s a lot she can do when she believes in herself, and I believe in her enough o make things happen. She laughs a lot and Im glad she does because she makes things possible for me. I can laugh at anything I want, just because she does it. Wrenggor, the built looking one in the black shirt, he does everything I do. He sings, worships and is always in a world of his own. I love how he’s very at ease and open to hearing the problems of his friends. He’s very selfless and that’s where him and I tie that rope. Shameeka, the one I’m kneeling next to — She’s the sweetest person I know. She can be real with you when she wants, but I’ve grown up with her so we’ve come a long way. She has so much potential, but that’s the principal of being different from one another. I say if your circle isn’t helping you achieve much from life, you need to re-evaluate who’s in it. Most of all if it’s not the circle, than maybe it’s you!!! I’VE BEEN BLESSED WITH THE BEST OF FRIENDS AND I THANK GOD ❤

 

 

 

 

 

The pain of laughter

 

 

Sometimes we all have those moments where we’re laughing and crying at the same time. It’s so painful but it’s very hilarious. It’s not just the jokes that people pull, but the darnest things that other countries make up. It’s actually healthy to laugh very hard, because it gives you more years to life, and you don’t have to worry about dying early. I’m joking!

I can remember having to laugh so hard that I cried and urined on myself. Is that something I would’ve recommended to everyone? No! The fact being is that some of us can’t control the funny things that happen around the world. We’ve been through so much crying in life, why not laugh? What makes it even more funny is when it’s based on something factual, or true. At times it may seem pointless and surreal, but that’s because people make up anything that comes to mind. The worst part is when you want to go and ask, where did you get this from? People say stupid things, and it seems that’s what makes the world go ’round. Laughter is something we all have, it’s part of the package, and it feels great but hurts at the same damn time!

THE LAST CHAPTER FROM_CROSSED MIRRORS

Chapter Thirty-One

        We arrived at my aunt’s house in silence. The whole car ride there was very disturbing because he had nothing to say. Tyler was glued to his phone and in his own world. I didn’t interrupt him because he wouldn’t have said much to me. I was expecting things to go a little smoother but it wasn’t as I pictured.

The palm trees that stood aligned of the street made shade. I turned the car engine off and gave Tyler some time to step into a relaxed mood. He hadn’t met my aunt before but it’d been a while since he had seen my father and his wife.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

He cleared his throat, “I guess.”

“I know you’re wondering why I brought you here,” I said.

He nodded his head, “This is a waste of my time.”

“I promise you it won’t be,” I added.

“What makes you think that?” he asked.

He was trying to stress me out, “Get out the car!”

I stepped out of the car and waited for him to make an appearance. My dad’s side of the family would be filled with people that he’d love to talk to. No one ever talked or gossiped about anyone except for Patricia.

“What about the snitch?” he teased.

I laughed, “Don’t worry about her.”

He tried to hold in his laugh, “Okay. Fine, let’s go inside.”

We walked the path of circular marble stones that were guided by a bed of lilies and daisies. Before us was a mini-mansion of a powder pinkish color. There were a few palm trees that blocked the front windows and a huge birdbath in the front lawn. She was living large in a way that I had the opportunity to do the same.

“So your whole family is rich…” he assumed.

I felt like I had to sneeze, “Not everyone.”

“Your dad, aunt, and mother? Right?” he asked.

I laughed, “My mother isn’t rich and my dad is on the boarder.”

“What boarder?” he asked.

“Of being overly wealthy and teasingly wealthy,” I remarked.

When we got into the house Tyler didn’t know how to react. I felt like he was about to panic any second and just say that he wanted to go home. My aunt opened the door and greeted us with her love.

“Skyler, How are you love?” she asked.

I had to do it, “I’m great. This is Tyler Young.”

“Is that a boyfriend?” she teased.

The smile wiped off my face, “No.”

“Okay well friends,” she added.

“Did my dad get here yet?” I asked.

She pointed to the second floor, “He’s in the computer room.”

I led the way, “Let’s go say hello, Tyler.”

The moment we got to the computer room my dad was half sleep. I didn’t understand why my aunt kept calling it the computer room when it was more comfortable than that. There was a fifty-inch flat screen television mounted to the wall. A comfortable expensive couch with the matching end tables and coffee table took up most of the space. It was centered and surrounded with a few plants that looked very healthy.

The carpet was brown and blue but that was the theme, anyhow. We left my father there asleep and Patricia on the computer. My aunt looked really swell to see Tyler for the first time in forever. I talked about him so much to her but this was the disappointing part.

“Would you like to go in the backyard?” I asked.

He was the guest, “Yes.”

“I’d love to spend a few months here,” he said.

I laughed, “I don’t think so.”

“So what did you need to talk about that was so urgent?” he asked.

I grabbed the float, “Sit on here and let’s go for a smooth ride.”

The backyard was very elegant and beautiful. I loved how it looked in the evening because emphasis was placed on the water when the sunset and the moon came out. The grass looked very well groomed and the water was peaceful; no showers or storms.

“Don’t make me mad while we’re on here,” said Tyler.

I laughed, “You’re not as crazy as you’d like to be.”

“You think I won’t?” he asked.

The stress wasn’t getting to me, “I know you won’t!”

For the first time in months a I saw a smile break across his face. Maybe the way we loved each other was too aggressively. I didn’t mind because this was the last hour, last moment, last memory he’d get. It wouldn’t be a great one to remember but all things do come to an end as I remembered him saying before.

“Look, what does that cloud look like?” asked Tyler.

I repositioned my head, “An S and a T.”

“Weird isn’t it?” he asked.

The gentleness in his voice remained, “Now let’s talk business.”

“I have something a little better than business,” I said.

He kept licking his lips, “What’s that?”

“A long goodbye,” I whispered.

He stopped looking up at the clouds, “How many times have we said goodbye?”

“We’ve said it three or four times,” I said.

He turned over on his side and looked at me. I hated looking into his eyes but today I would do it. I turned on my side and faced him the whole night. I decided to spend the last evening we had together, just saying goodbye.

“I hate when you do this,” he said calmly.

I tried to talk softly, “I’m doing it for me this time.

“That’s understandable,” he said.

I ran my fingers along his arm, “I love you.”

“I love you too but why are –“ he was cut off.

“Do you hear that?” I asked.

We listened quietly to the crickets sing their symphony as a production. I didn’t feel like I wanted to cry because my heart grew from the days that were whipping me. I went through the storm alone and I came out fine. My heart was so set on the future that I didn’t want to keep looking at my past anymore.

“The crickets?” he asked.

I smiled, “Yes.”

“I know you want to hear silence tonight, but I thought you should know something,” I said.

He took a deep breath, “What is it now?”

“You see all this that my aunt has?” I started off.

He looked around, “Yeah.”

“I wanted to give you this until I noticed something,” I said.

Tyler interlocked hands with me, “You don’t have a bad heart. You have the right understanding but the wrong motives. I loved you not for what I could get, but for what I could with you. You and I had moments where we pushed each other forward, even as friends. I can’t hold onto to anything we had anymore because it’s only damaging me. It’s been months since we talked but I wanted you to have a last look. Remember, when you asked for more memories?” I asked.

His eyes were watery, “Yep.”

“This is the last one I’m giving to you. Things are happening for me, good things. I can’t let what God has for me to slip away because of us,” I said.

“But you don’t –“ I had to cut him off again.

“Listen to me! I’ll let you talk in a minute; I want your heart to be open to what I’m saying. Don’t think with your mind Tyler; use that huge heart of yours. I fell more in love with our friendship than the relationship. You had it all going for yourself until I…we messed it up. I hope you can forgive me for taking you through the motions,” I ended.

We shimmied over on the wooden float platform and hugged each other. I couldn’t feel anything because my heart was going numb.

“I can’t feel you anymore,” said Tyler.

I closed my eyes, “I know and it’s okay.”

“Is this what you really want?” he asked.

I didn’t have to think about it anymore, “I’m sure this is what I want.”

“Skyler?” whispered Tyler.

I listened with my heart, “Yes?”

“I have to apologize for everything I put you through. Telling you that you were different, and I didn’t want you around. When I said I only wanted sex and not the relationship. The times we’ve argued and I couldn’t admit my faults. Ruining the relationship that we had because I couldn’t be patient. If this is the last time I see you, I hope that you find your wings so that you can fly away. I don’t know if I’m going to miss you or not but –Thank you!” I saw that tear fall from his eye.

“You’re welcome,” I said.

He helped me paddle us back to the lawn and we both stayed quiet. I took deep breaths to refrain from crying. I never asked for much from this boy, all I needed was time. It took all this just to hear him tell me that he apologizes. I had no clue that love could feel so good but only when it’s with the right person.

Tyler stood there watching me, “Do you need help?”

“I have it but can you just do one thing for me?” I asked.

He was wiping his eyes, “Yes.”

After I pulled the homemade float back on land I brushed my hands off. God gave me enough courage and peace to walk up to Tyler and face him. I wasn’t going to hurt him even more because he wasn’t finished healing.

“Always remember that there’s beauty in letting go,” I finished.

He tried to smile, “I can do that.”