A Collection of Imagines

Nick

Impossible

Her room seems clustered and complex with its complicated organization methods. It's a metaphor for my brain at the moment.

Her car is parked in the driveway. She came to her friends house of all places. I can't seem to get out of my car. My hands are glued to the stirring wheel.

She says something on her bed and I had to ask her to repeat it. I can't seem to keep focus. He keeps invading my thoughts.

Does she miss me the way I miss her? Has all the time that has happened between us finally gotten to our heads? What will she do when she sees me?

I'm now rethinking coming here. But it's better than waiting for him at our apartment. I have been waiting for too long. I can't wait forever.

My feet plant themselves on the welcome mat. I frantically ring the doorbell repeatedly. Not because I was excited, but because my hand was shaking.

When she gets up, I realized the bell rang. She must have gotten pizza. I want to see him so badly. I miss him so much.

Her friend opens the door and her eyes go wide. I tell her to be quiet as I enter the house. I asked her to tell me where she is. She points to her bedroom and I'm off.

I involuntarily open my phone to find a picture of him. I scroll past the ones of him smiling on our apartment balcony. I land on my favorite one. He took this one in our kitchen. I had no makeup on and I was making breakfast at the stove. He came up behind me and stole a kiss. As well as a picture of the gesture. I wish he took more pictures like this. He probably did and they are probably hidden in his phone and I'm totally unaware of them.

When I open the door to the bedroom, time suddenly slows. Her back is to me. She looks as if she's in her own world. She's wearing my black t-shirt and my heart swells. I see she's scrolling through our pictures. I gaze at the smile that's spread across her face when she slowly rotates towards me. My heart beats so loudly that I think she can hear it. She's going to look up at me.

He's standing in the doorway and my mind goes blank. He's here. In front of me. I can feel my phone fall out of my grasp and I have no intention of picking it up.

The phone drops and my stomach knots tighter. I can't read her mind here. Her face is totally unreadable. Why haven't I touched her yet?

My feet pad her shaggy carpet as I run to the person that has stolen every piece of me. He has bewitched me so badly that whenever I'm near him I became magnetic to him.

Her eyes fill with tears as she slowly runs to me. In the middle of her sprint, time seems to catch up and I'm ready to place her into my arms.

Once I place my cheek on his chest, my body turns to fire. I could feel every fiber of his being. I pull him tighter and he sighs.

I can never describe the feeling I get whenever I finally touch her. She awakes something in me that no one else can. She's my perfect anecdote.

I start to weep into his chest. He's been gone for too long I can't describe what it has done to me. It made me forget what it feels like to be under his influence.

I lift her up, so her legs wrap around my waist. My arms wrap around her torso and her hands go to my hair. I lightly bite down on her exposed collarbone in hopes of restraining myself from crying, but the feeling of her skin on my lips forces the tears to fall. Why did I leave for so long?

I feel him shake underneath me and I wrap him into my protective arms. His hair still smells the same. I never thought I would never like certain things to stay the same. That was until I met him.

I pull her head to look at me and she obeys. Our foreheads are place onto each other's. She breathes heavily in my face. She smells the same. I hope her lips feel the same.

"I missed you." It was the only thing I could muster at the moment. His freckles and blazing eyes were too distracting. Until I realized his eye bags. Has he gotten enough sleep?

"I missed you too." I'm examining her face as if it was the first time or possibly the last. Realizing every mark to make the mental map of her face.

"I missed you more." I smiled, hoping he doesn't notice the tears that fell simultaneously.

"Impossible." How could she? I loved her too much to take that from me.

I wouldn't help it any longer I place my lips onto his full ones. They felt like him. And my entire body temperature went up a few degrees. God, what is he doing to me?

Once her lips attach to mine, I felt like I was floating. I could taste the salt from her tears, but it didn't bother me. I knew they were joyful tears. She was back to me and this time, no matter what obstacle and stubborn act on both parties, I am never letting this woman, the love of my life, out of my sight, ever again.