Brynn Imani

The Swerve

I wake up that morning to Cee-Lo singing about being a "Fool for You" and take it as a sign that today is the day. The first thing my eyes see, through my lashes, is him, like they have done every morning for the last few years. I scan his relaxed, sleeping boyish profile, his short sandy blond hair rough from a good night's sleep; and then his face from his thick eyelashes to his perfectly parted mouth. My stomach still flutters at the sight of him. Just like I do every morning when I lay eyes on him, I feel a rush of love.