Crazy Kind of Love

The year was 2007.

Let’s call him Charley (because Lord knows I don’t need any type of defamation claims). Charley was it for me okay?! He was older, had cornrows slicked to the back, had a little pimped out hooptie,and was all about me. He loved me as much as his little 18 year-old heart could handle. I know you’re probably asking, well if things were going so well, why did it end? Chile, I could write a book about that love affair, but I will settle for this one-page blog. Let’s get into it shall we?

You really couldn’t tell me nothing when I was with him. Things were going well, a little too well actually…until I got that God-awful text.

“Charley is in the woods and we can’t find him. He left his phone.”

Now before you laugh, hear me out! I know it sounds outlandish, but you couldn’t tell me that my little teenage heart wasn’t breaking because my “man” was missing. Was he coming back? Did he get attacked by wild dogs? Did he get lost and can’t find his way back home? I was in shambles…..until he called me thirty minutes later like nothing ever happened.

So you mean to tell me that I’m just SICK for thirty minutes of my life that I can NEVER get back while you sound like you’re just living your best life?

Playing the role of a good girlfriend, I didn’t bring it up. At this point, I was just glad that he was okay. Things went right back to normal until I got that text again.

And again.

And again.

Okay, see now sir, at this point this is a character trait. Each text got more detailed than the last. It went from him being lost in the woods to doing the unspeakable to himself. Same story, different day. It’s like the attention from it all gave him a high and he couldn’t get enough. It got to a point that I honestly believed that he scooped me because he smelled my naivety and knew that I would fall for his antics. It was either that or homie seriously was delusional about the need to seek help to deal with the root of whatever was going on with him, because why are you AND your friends so comfortable in creating these elaborate stories and telling them to me or whoever else that was willing to listen?

It was in this relationship that this little young tenderoni realized “love ain’t enough sis”. So like any sensible teenager, I broke up with him. He went from boyfriend to bro real quick. But you think I was done?

Chile please. Call me Erykah because this went on and on. Well until it started affecting my life then all bets were off.

Wooo, I’m getting flashbacks just writing this so I guess that’s my cue to wrap this thing on up. I said all of this to say, I wouldn’t necessarily call him crazy, but this was definitely a crazy kind of love for sure.

Have you ever been in a crazy, whirlwind of a relationship? Let me know in the comments below!