my first and only real love

I love you.

The way you walk, the way you talk, and the way you handle business.

I love YOU.

As we lay here, I think about how our relationship started. How you approached me with your crisp white shirt and Levi jeans. Your hair freshly cut into a low fade, and you smelled like you were wrapped in comfort and safety. Your hands were a little rough, but your nails were neat and that’s one of things that made me fall in love with you. It was the way that you kept yourself up. You always told me, “just because I’m a man doesn’t mean that I have to be rough around the edges.” I took your lingo and tucked it away like it was a secret, but that was me slowly falling for you. You exposed me to real so all of the other men that I dealt with were now non-existent.

“Let me take you out.” He spoke.

“Is that your way of asking me out on a date?” I asked while twisting my neck a little bit. I put my attitude before my feelings at times just to save me from myself.

“Ms. Mya, will you go out on a date with me? I have a little something special up my sleeve. All you have to do is say yes.” Sav said. He licked his bottom lip and gazed at me with his brown eyes.

“Yes, I’ll go out with you. When would you like to?”

“Tonight at 8pm. I’ll pick you up.”

“How do you know if I’ll give you my address? You might be crazy.” I questioned truly interested in seeing what he’d say.

I’d listen to his deep baritone voice on any given day.

“You already said yes to me taking you out so I’m quite sure that you’ll let me pick you up as well. You don’t really strike me as the type to tell any man ‘yes’. You already peeped my vibe and the way I’m coming at you. You’ll tell me no, with no hesitation, when you’re ready.” Sav stared into my soul, and I felt my knees getting weak.

This man was reading me like the back of his hand.

“You’re right. I’m not even about to play games with you. Text me and I’ll send you my address.”

As soon as my number was saved, he sent me a text without reluctance. In return I sent him my address before I forgot. We said our goodbyes, and I speedily rushed home to get ready. I felt like this was going to be the best night of my life.

7:55pm.

I didn’t see Sav anywhere in sight. I peeked out of the window every minute because I was ready by 7:30pm. I was a little anxious, but I was always punctual and I’m expecting him to be the same. Deep down I’m hoping that he didn’t disappoint me, but I also knew that it was all a part of the dating game. You never knew what you were going to get but I’m in my late 20’s and I’m ready to fall in love, get married, and start a family. Not saying that Sav was going to be my husband, but it looked promising.

7:59pm.

Bright lights appeared in the driveway of my cozy townhome. They were crystal clear like they had gotten a carwash before he pulled up on me. His 2025 Mercedes-Benz S-Class shined under the dusk of the sky. He smoothly stepped out of the car and flattened his black button down. He leaned back down as if he forgot something and when he stood back up a dozen red roses were in one of his hands and a bag was in the other. He walked towards door, and I scurried across the floor, in my knee length black dress, as the blinds fell from the window. My face fell in embarrassment as the doorbell rang.

I slowly stepped towards the door thinking about what I could say. What lie could I come up with? I was bad at lying. Did he see me in the window? Did he see the blinds fall? I braced myself for whatever could happen next.

“Heyyyy, Sav.” I greeted.

“Wassup, beautiful. Everything good in here?” He asked.

“Yes.” I laughed nervously. “Everything is fine. Why do you ask?” Already knowing why he was asking.

“Well, I see that you were watching me and in the midst of you scrambling you tore your blinds down.”

My cheeks started to tighten in awkwardness.

“No need to be embarrassed, beauty. If I was in your position, then I would be doing the same thing for you. You’re drop dead gorgeous and a distraction, but you’re worth it. I can fix it for you before we head out. Can I come in?”

That’s when I realized that he was still standing outside.

“Yes. Yes! Please come in. I apologize. I’m just so out of it right now.” I spoke.

“No need for apologies. Oh, before it slips my mind these are for you.” Sav handed me the dozens of red roses. “I made sure all of the thorns were off, so you won’t get pricked. This is for you as well. There are a few different cookies in there and I didn’t know if you were allergic to nuts so those are in a separate bag that are labeled.” He specified.

I stood in absolute bliss with all 32 showing.

“Thank you! That’s really sweet of you. Thankfully I’m not allergic to nuts. Where did you get the cookies from? They’re my favorite dessert.” I inquired.

“I didn’t buy them, I made them. Call me Chef Boyar-Sav.” He joked.

We shared a laugh, you fixed my blinds, and we fell in love that night.

Over a year later and we’re married with a baby boy that was created from our love. Sav, you’re my first and only real love. I wouldn’t want it any other way.