by Tameko L. Barnette
"I can't help how I feel about Wayman, Deidre. I love him," Josie explained. Deidre sighed and rolled her eyes away from her best friend as they sat on the soft, plush off white sofa Josie bought three weeks before their heated conversation about Wayman Tyler. "I know you don't approve, Deidre, but I'm a grown woman and I know what I feel for this man. Just be happy for me, please," Josie pleaded while stirring a teaspoon of sugar into her coffee.
Deidre cleared her throat and threw her hands up in the air before saying, "Wayman is blind, Josie. Think about how hard that's going to be on you in the long run. I mean, the two of you are having fun now, but what about when things get real serious between you two. Did you ever think about that, Josie? I'm not trying to discourage you, girl. I'm just telling you the truth how I see it in this situation. I don't want you to get hurt or disappointed." Deidre stood up and walked towards the picture window in the living room where they sat drinking coffee together. Josie followed Deidre placing her hand on her left shoulder.
"I'm not going to be dis- appointed, Dee. I'm satisfied with him. He makes me happy. That's all I ever wanted from any man. And Deidre, whether you like it or not, Wayman is the man for me." Deidre closed her eyes while lowering her head.
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For a man who couldn't see anything, Wayman dressed impeccably. He wore a black suit with a white shirt that laid comfortably against his smooth, blimish-free skin. His hair was neatly cut. Josie could tell he had it trimmed that day. He left a hypnotic trail of Passion for Men cologne everywhere he walked that evening. Josie followed him around like a lost puppy all evening long. However, Josie was relieved. They were finally at his immaculately furnished apartment. Wayman's home was Josie's comfort zone for the past two years they had been dating.
"Have a seat, Josie. I'll get us some iced tea from the fridge. We have something of great importance to discuss," Wayman informed. Josie loved the way he had with words. Wayman always spoke as if he were giving a speech to a classroom full of college students. She remained mesmerized by his sexy, baritone voice as he made his way towards the kitchen.
"I've been thinking about our relationship. Very deep thoughts, Josie. You really make me happy. I hope you know that, honey." Josie just lowered her head and smiled.
Wayman continued, "So I've been thinking that maybe we should take our relationship to another level. With your blessing, of course." He smiled as he poured the iced tea into two glasses filled with ice cubes.
Josie stood up to help him, but he sensed her concern. "Please sit back down, honey. I can make it over there." Wayman could find his way around his apartment without sight better than Josie could find her way around her apartment in the dark half-asleep with both eyes open. She sat amazed while she watched him hand her a glass of tea and made himself comfortable on the sofa next to her. He took a long swallow of the tea as if he was deliberating over every drop.
"Josie, I love you. I want to spend more time with you and I would like to ask you something, honey," Wayman gulped another swallow of tea. Josie slid closer to him on the sofa taking his hand in hers. "I love you, too. Wayman, I know it's going to be hard for both of us in this relationship. But I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Josie could see Wayman's watery eyes as she held the glass of iced tea to her lips. Wayman was overwhelmed with joy and concern. "Are you sure, honey? That's what I was going to ask you. But are you sure?"
Josie held her finger to his lips and softly whispered, "Yes, I'm sure. Every time you touch me your hands can see what you're not able to see with your eyes. You can see what most people with sight can't see. I love you, Wayman. I'm here to stay."
A single tear slowly flowed down Wayman's cheek as he smiled at Josie. He placed the glass of iced tea on the coffee table and started to caress Josie's face gently. She leaned forward placing her soft lips on his lips while she guided his hands over her face. Their foreheads touched as they continued to kiss.