Imagine Me

To the world, she is formidable.

To me?

She is the world.

To the world, she is formidable.

To me?

She is the world.

To the world, she is formidable.
To me?
She is the world.

And then, even though I know it’s going to piss him off, I say to Nazeera:
“Warner and J were engaged.”

“That sounds awful.”

“What does it feel like?”

“I was thinking about how much I love you,”

When I hear her laugh, I am happy.

When we break apart his chest his heaving and his face is flushed and he says—

“Come back to me, love. Come back.”

I’m still struggling to breathe, desperately searching his eyes for answers. Explanations. “Where?”

“Here,” he whispers, pressing my hands to his heart. “Home.”

“Hey,” Nazeera says, her voice suddenly close. “I have a feeling I’m about four months away from falling madly in love with you, so please don’t get yourself killed, okay?”