HERA
I know he is here before I even turn.
My heart starts to beat faster and my mouth is dry.
it's almost like I am afraid to look. Afraid to turn around and see that it is not him after all.
I exhale quietly in an effort to calm my racing pulse and turn around.
And when I do, I see him standing in front of the door, handsome and resplendent in his kingly attire.
He is looking at me like he has been waiting all day to see me.
I know that most likely is not the case but even knowing that doesn’t change how I feel.
It doesn’t matter that I hate him.
Not in that moment.
All that matters is that he is here and I want to run to him.
He calls out to me and I say his name in response.
At least I think I do but no sound leaves my throat.
I am gliding towards him, my feet moving of
