I Truly Adore You.

Prince.

1979

Prince's Pov- My newest album, Prince, had just released and I was heading out to California once again. I had been back and forth from Minnesota for the past couple years. A couple years ago when I flew back to Minnesota for the first time since leaving Imani, it was so weird. The air was frigidly cold and there was no ocean breeze, and the worst of it all...there still were no calls from Imani and no sight of her around town. I just kept telling myself "We both moved on and it was for the better" but was it really for the better or was I just disguising my pain by saying that. Here I was, the same airport, the same cold floors and the same plane, but one thing was missing...Imani standing there until the last minute saying all ten thousand of her goodbyes while happy tears escaped her eyes, or so she told me they were happy tears. We waited in the chairs for our flight to be ready, it was taking ages.

Imani's Pov- A few weeks back I got a job offer all the way in California, I had been going to school for fashion design for the past 2 years and now after applying many times to many different places I got a offer in San Francisco. I was now 21 years old and had my own place in downtown Minneapolis, living by myself was something else, but being able to go to California would be ten times more crazy. I packed the last of my luggage, popped by my parents house and said by and soon enough....I was off. Off into the big world. California always reminded me of Skipper, or as they call him now, Prince. I am always reminded of how he took off to California and told me he would come and see me, I'm not sure he ever did. Maybe he called me and I was too busy and didn't get a chance to ever answer, I guess we would never know. There I was sitting In the lounge, waiting for the intercom to say the name of my flight so I could hurry up and get to California. As I sat there drawing out some outfits on my sketchbook a familiar smell crossed me. I looked up, checked my surroundings, and didn't see anything but the smell continued to linger. I brushed it off and decided to go get a coffee, the line was long, but it was early in the morning and I needed my caffeine. Finally, only a few people left until it was my turn to order, just then I realized I left my bag in the lounge, I left the line and hurried to go and grab it. Seconds later I returned to the line and it was my turn to order, I ordered my coffee and then began to go through my bag to get some money. As I rummaged through my bag someone tapped me on the back...

Prince Pov- As I waited, bored in the lounge I decided to go get something from one of the vending machines. I told Owen and made my way over to one of them. As I was walking a piece of paper blew right to my feet and a woman, not much taller than me with long hair, walked over to the Café. Immediately assuming this paper was hers, I made my way over. As I walked I looked a the drawing, very artsy and beautiful. The drawing was of a woman wearing a beautiful yellow and purple dress with different shapes on it, almost as if to mimic the look of an almost cartoony style. My eyes moved off the paper as I nicely folded it and prepared to give it to her. She looked to be waiting for her coffee so I figured what better time to give it to her and possibly get a personal fashion designer, than now. I walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder..."Sorry to bother you, but I believe you dropped this." her brown glowing eyes looked right into mine, and almost immediately...my heart fell to my knees.

Imani's Pov- "Skipper?" I said as I looked him up and down. He was so stunned he could barely speak, but within a few moments only four words escaped his mouth "Imani, I love you." he hugged me, and finally I knew where the smell I smelled earlier was coming from, it was coming from Skipper. In that moment all I could think was, what would've happened if I had never decided I wanted a coffee? If I was too lazy to wait in line? Would that one lonely day in 1977 be the last time I ever saw him again? My heart fluttered at the thought of him embracing me right now, but it also broke at the thought of having to say goodbye to him again when we boarded our flights. All I could do was cherish what was happening right in front of me, and try not to fear the goodbyes that would surely follow.