Me & My Boyfriend by Keisha Ervin

him and make him happy.
    “I tried to look pass the shit that you were doing Black because I loved you, but I can't do it anymore. I care too much for myself, even if you don't.”
    Feeling confident she said, “I'll get over you, it's cool. I just hope that you find whatever you're looking for. Now, will you please get the hell out of my house?” Not wanting to, but knowing he should, Black stood up.
    Walking towards the door Meesa stated, “You're leaving your shit.”
    “No I'm not, I'll be back.” And he left with those words lingering in the air.
    September 19, 2002 and Meesa sat alone in her bed reading, when the phone started to ring.
    “Hello?”
    “What's up hoe?” Asked the person on the other end.
    “Hey Gwen, what's up?
    “Guess who else is on the phone?”
    Meesa asked, “Who?”
    “Nikki and Tamara.”
    “Hey girls.”
    “What's up Mee Mee?” Tamara asked.
    “Shit, bored as hell.”
    “Have any of ya'll talked to Dee?” Meesa asked, needing to know.
    “No, she hasn't called any of us.” Replied Gwen.
    “I don't know what's up with old girl.” Nikki said.
    “Well, I hope she's doing okay.” Meesa stated worried.
    “I don't even care anymore Mee Mee. She left us for that old trifling ass nigga, so fuck her.” Gwen retorted hurt.
    “Don't be like that, Gwen.” Tamara said, being the sensitive one of the group.
    “Look, I didn't call ya'll to talk about Destiny, okay. I called you all to ask ya'll if you wanted to get out?”
    “Go out where? It's getting late Gwen.” Asked Nikki. “Shit, I don't know where, I just want to go out somewhere.”
    “If we put our heads together we can think of something.” Tamara said reassuringly. Silence filled the air as four minds wondered.
    “Ooh, let's go skating.” Meesa asked excitedly.
    “Okay Meesa, how old are you? Skating, girl is you crazy?” Gwen asked mockingly.
    “You right we are too old.” Replied Meesa.
    “Well, let's go out to a club, but not The Spotlight.” Meesa said, fearing she would see Black.
    “Well, what club would we go to?” Asked Nikki.
    “Let's go to Sprull's, tonight it's twenty-five and older, so the crowd should be cool.” Gwen announced.
    “Cool, then let's all get dressed and go.” Nikki said.
    “Meesa I'll come and pick you up, but you have to get dressed over my house.” Tamara requested.
    “Cool T, I'll be ready in twenty minutes.” As they got off the phone, a bad feeling came across Meesa. Something bad was going to happen tonight, but what.
    While getting dressed, Meesa confided in Tamara. She had to get her feelings off her chest. Tamara listened, carefully devouring every word Meesa uttered. When all was said and done, Meesa was suffering from a broken heart. Tamara tried to tell her that things would get better in time, but Meesa knew that things wouldn't. She wanted Black in her life. And nobody would ever understand that, not even Tamara. She wished Destiny was around. She always understood Meesa better than the other girls. They always confided in each other, knowing exactly how each other felt. Meesa felt if she didn't have Black, then she had nothing. He was the one for her even if she wasn't the one for him. Nobody knew how much she missed, and needed him.
    Weeks had passed and he never once called, still she was wondering what he meant by I'll be back. Meesa cried herself to sleep each night hoping and praying he would come back. When will this end she thought. Never being in love before, she felt like everyday was her last day on earth.
    Sprull's was flooded with baller's, but none appealed to Meesa. She tried with everything in her to have fun, but felt nothing. Joy didn't live in her anymore. Being able to bounce back was a trait that Meesa cherished. But it seemed like it went out the door when Black did. Her friends tried everything to make her happy, but nothing worked. Meesa was still healing and needed time. Still ashamed of herself for drowning her sorrows with liquor,