Straight Until Him
A.H. Hassan the night before i knew himhe didn't love me until i leftuntil you come hometime and him are just right
“You make it sound stupidly simple.”
“It is simple. We either win big or crash spectacularly. Either way, it will be one hell of a ride.”
I sign.
We both look at the paper for a long moment. Then Micah slaps the table. “And just like that… we are official.”
“Novaré is born.” I utter.
Then…
“Welcome to Novaré,” we both say at the same time.
We both laughed, pointing to each other.
“That was so funny, I will take that as we have telepathy.” I say.