They Call Him Nas

by K.C. Mills

I’m a criminal who rules with an iron fist, which means taking lives when necessary.

“I’m not the bad guy, Dae. But in a lot of ways, I’m not a good one either.”

I wasn’t just scared. I was fucking terrified of losing again which was why I hadn’t tried to move on.

Even though I can take care of myself, I’d like to have a partner who will take care of my emotional wellbeing. Someone who allows me to be a woman because he understands what it means to be a man. I want to feel safe and protected. Coveted in a way that brings me peace because I know he’s my rock, my strength, and in return I can offer the same. So yes, I need a man beyond finances, but they never seem to look past what they may not have the ability to bring to the table to focus on what they can.”

“I can understand how that could be the case. But as a man, I will say that sometimes, we refrain from accepting the responsibility because it’s easier to ignore our potential than it is to make promises on our behalf and then fail to deliver. Fear often prevents us from stepping up as the men we are capable of being.”

“Give yourself permission to lean on your partner.”

Safety. Security. Affection.

“With contentment. He looks at you like you’re the calm he’s been missing.

He’s my man and I depend on him for things that money can’t provide.”

“What’s your favorite thing about me?” Her voice was soft, timid even. “Physical trait or characteristic?”

It’s both a privilege and honor to have access to you. All of you. You have my word that I will handle every inch of you with care.” He’s promising to protect me and possibly love me.

I’m a southern girl. ATL home grown, so I’d more likely be caught running down OutKast.”

“Life is short, sweetheart. Live every minute like it might be your last and if nothing else you’ll have more memories than regrets.”

“Women never regret falling in love. We regret the side effects of that love. The things that we accept or compromise on to keep it.

Always be sure she doesn’t have to compromise so much that the love feels more of a burden than a blessing.”

Things aren’t always as we plan, but that doesn’t mean they still aren’t blessings.