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by
BriAnn Danae
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February 21 - February 27, 2025
but… life. It showed you that not every hand was a good one, and you played what you were dealt.
Her vulnerability had blurred the lines between them, and the temptation to cross it was heavier than ever.
“The man I am isn’t letting you do this alone. You know me better than that.” Frustrated with her feelings, Leerah shook her head. “But I don’t need you to.” “It doesn’t matter what you think I need to do. I am. So, tell me how you would like me to show up for you since what I’m doing isn’t to your satisfaction.”
Having a man speak to God about you on his behalf was a different type of love that made Leerah want to cry.
“Is that your first time praying for me?” Cree shook his head. “No.” His answer was swift, leaving no room for Leerah to think otherwise. But then he added more words, lying to rest whatever wild thoughts were running through her mind, replacing them with what-ifs. “I’ve prayed for you since the day I met you.”
“Don’t ask me why again after today. You deserve everything good in this world, and if that’s me, let me be that for now.”
Grown men take care of what they love. They take care of the home even if it wasn’t theirs to begin with but made it theirs.
They laughed loudly, catching a few glances from patrons walking by. Something about Black people laughing loudly, unashamed of their happiness, made people tune in. Everyone wanted to know what they had to smile and be happy about.
A man good with his words surely had to be better with his mouth,
“You got me, Princess. I promise you that.”
“My idea of you in a committed relationship with me is one where you don’t have to worry about anything I can control.”
“I’m not saying I’m trying to control you. What I’m saying is as your man, I want to see you at your best. That can’t happen if you’re worried about bills and debt that can be handled by me… your man,” he explained.
Money flows through my hands in abundance; if I touch it, you touching it, too.
Quit tripping. I got y’all.” “Forever?” Leerah asked, smiling, already knowing his answer. “Forever.”

