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said:
     
    To: Jamil
     
    Yeah
     
    Sent:
     
    Sun, May 22, 10:39 pm
     
    A minute hadn’t even gone by before she heard him enter the house.
     
    “ This muthafucka been standing outside this whole time,” she said out loud to herself.
     
    Jamil came up the stairs and stood in the doorway of their bedroom with his hands inside his pockets and stared at her.
     
    He spoke softly. “What’s up?”
     
    “ You tell me.” McKinley cocked her head to the side.
     
    “ You know I love you like a fat kid love cake,” he joked, making her laugh.
     
    “ Whatever, Jamil.”
     
    “ Real talk, you and I are good together; you know that, don’t you?”
     
    “ Yeah, I know it.” She placed her head down.
     
    “ You love me?”
     
    “ No.” She bit the inside of her bottom lip.
     
    “ You know I can always tell when you’re lying ’cause you bite the inside of your lip.” Jamil came toward her and kissed her on the lips.
     
    “ Shut up.” McKinley pushed him away.
     
    “ You gotta believe me, baby. I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ nobody, but you.”
     
    “ Well, why would she tell me to ask you if y’all mess around then?”
     
    “ I don’t know. All I know is that I love you.” Jamil took her into his arms.
     
    “ Jamil, I can’t take too much more of this.” McKinley’s voice shook slightly.
     
    “ I know, baby, I know.”
     
     
     
    “ No more tryin’, tired of feelin’ like I’m the only one dyin’.”
     
    Dawn Richards
    “ I’m Just Sayin’”

After a couple of blissful weeks together, McKinley awoke, expecting to see Jamil’s face, but instead found that she was alone.
     
    “ I know that muthafucka didn’t leave without sayin’ nothin’.” She snatched the covers from off of her and got up.
     
    Dressed in one of Jamil’s oversized T-shirts she searched the second floor of her apartment until she found him in the spare bedroom that she’d converted into an office/sitting room. There he was sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on a footstool, playing Call of Duty.
     
    “ I was gettin’ ready to say.” McKinley let out a sigh of relief.
     
    He quickly looked up at her. “Say what?”
     
    “ Nothin’.” McKinley went and sat on the arm of the couch. “How long have you been up?”
     
    “ Umm . . . almost two hours.” Jamil focused in on the game.
     
    “ Why didn’t you wake me?”
     
    “’ Cause I knew you were tired.” He pressed the A button on the controller repeatedly.
     
    “ So you’ve been up almost two hours and the only thing you’ve accomplished is playing this dumb video game? Like really, Jamil? You couldn’t have found something more productive to do with your time?”
     
    “ You complain entirely too much. If complaining was against the law you’d go to jail,” he joked.
     
    “ Excuse you. I am not a complainer.”
     
    “ Yeah, you are. How about instead of running your mouth all the time, you open up your eyes and take a look around before you get to judging.”
     
    “ What have you done?” McKinley’s face lit up with a smile.
     
    “ Go and see,” Jamil said, putting the game on pause.
     
    Before he knew it, McKinley was gone. If there was one thing on earth that McKinley loved more than she loved Chanel was a good surprise. McKinley raced down the steps and found that the dining room table had been completely set and was filled with every delectable breakfast food you could imagine.
     
    “ Oh, my God,” she gushed, inching toward the table.
     
    Jamil had outdone himself. There were pancakes, French toast, waffles, grits, eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, hash browns, toast and a choice of orange juice, coffee or water. But what stood out the most was the small, square, velvet box that sat directly in the center of the table amongst all of the food. McKinley couldn’t believe her eyes. I swear, if this is a joke I’ma kill’em, she thought, picking up the box. Holding her breath, McKinley opened the box. Inside