December 14, 2003 02:28 AM
I remember as sacred a night in February 1998. Two gentlemen who were close friends and I were to meet and dine at a romantic restaurant located at that time in an old house. It was called Bacchanalia. It was considered the finest gourmet cuisine in Atlanta. I was the first to show up. I wore a dark green satin knee length dress with metallic copper colored high heels. My hair at this time was down past my hips and was a dark cherry red from henna mixed with cranberry juice treatments. I was immediately seated at an intimate circular table in a small secluded dining room. Moments later, E.K. Huckaby arrived wearing his suit. We sat at the table together and made small talk for about 15 minutes awaiting the third member of our party. Then HE walked in. Cedric Victor De Souza. I remember this moment vividly. Tears are in my eyes as I type this. I swear I saw a glow encircling his body. He was an angel visiting this earth. He was immaculately groomed, wearing a beautiful suit. He walked toward us slowly and elegantly and from behind his back, he brought forth two long stemmed red roses which he presented to both E.K. and myself with a slight bow. This was when everything shifted into slow motion as I filmed it for my mental archives forever. This was when I realized I was in the presence of the man I would love for the rest of my life. This memory is one of the things inside my brain that is alive and will be alive and dear to me until I draw my last breath on this earth.