NiaJean hangs up
the phone, walks over to her couch, sits down cross legged and begins typing
again…
How do we decide
who stays in our lives and who goes? Is
it really our decision or is it the other person? Do they subconsciously do things so that they
can force us to make a decision to let them go?
I don’t know. Our minds are so
powerful that I think we will people in and out of our lives. We create our own destiny. It is very true that God gives us choices and
based on our choices, we create our reality.
God sees all and knows all but he gives us the power of choice and that
includes relationship choices. Now our
family choice is out of our control but I’m talking about people we can choose
to have in or out of our lives. I think God
hopes that we make the right decisions and even gives us hints but we’ve got to
take heed.
NiaJean stops
typing then looks around the room as she has a conversation with God. “Please give me a sign. Did I make the right decision? This man is in my spirit and I can’t get him
out. Why? Why do I feel like I shouldn’t have let him
go?” She closes her eyes and takes a
deep breath as though she is praying and meditating.
Her doorbell
rings, which stops her from her moment of meditation and prayer. She takes another deep breath and goes to the
door to answer it. When she opens the
door Eric is standing there with a bag of goodies in his hand. “Hey.” He says as he enters the house and heads to
the kitchen. He sits the bag on the
counter and starts taking the items out.
He places a bottle of champagne and a carton of orange juice on the
counter, then takes out a pack of red vines, a carton of ice cream, a bag of
chips and some salsa. He places the ice
cream in her freezer then takes two glasses from her cabinet and begins making
mimosas for the both of them. He pours
the chips in a bowl and opens the red vines and hands her one. NiaJean is standing in the doorway of the
kitchen watching Eric prepare the snacks for them as she munches on the red
vine. Eric picks up both glasses of
mimosas and hands her one. They toast
and begin drinking. NiaJean picks up the
package of red vines while Eric picks up the bowl of chips and the container of
salsa and they head to the living room to sit on the couch and talk.
Eric can tell by
the look on NiaJean’s face that she had been crying so he sips his mimosa in
silence for a moment then asks; “Are you ok?”
“Yes, I’m fine. It seems like all
I ever do is cry over some man.” She
says in a frustrated tone. “Maybe it’s
the choices in men.” He replies. “Yeah, maybe.” She answers back. “Do you need a hug?” He asks in the most innocent of tones. She looks at him and smiles then says; “Yes,
I could really use one about now.” He places
his mimosa on the table almost spilling it because he becomes a bit nervous for
some reason. He leans over and hugs her
and they linger in a tight embrace for what seems minutes but in reality is
about five seconds. Before he lets go,
he leans in close to her and kisses her on her lips.
NiaJean quickly leans
back in surprise then says; “Wait, stop.
This is not us.” Eric becomes
frustrated because he’s tired of waiting for her to see what’s right in front
of her face then asks; “Why not? Why can’t it be us?” “Eric, you’re my best friend and I want us to
remain best friends.” She replies. “Best friends make the best lovers.” Eric says as he tries to convince her that
this is the right situation for her.
“Don’t you see my trend with men?
Every time things get a little too serious, it ends. I don’t want that to happen with you. Do you get it? I don’t want to lose you.” NiaJean says in a very shaky but convincing
tone.
NiaJean leans
back on the couch and a distraught look is planted on her face as she thinks
about the events that took place. Eric
grabs her and pulls her close to him. He
looks into her eyes and says with the utmost sincerity; “NiaJean, I’m not going
anywhere. I’m here for you whether you
like it or not, ok.” NiaJean shakes her
head no as she tries to resist his intoxicating stare. Eric pulls her closer to him and passionately
kisses her and she kisses him back.
There is a knock
at her door…
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