A Decree For Victory, Rachel McKoy

ANONYMOUS Over and over I run imaginary scenarios in my mind,

I imagine how I would have stressed over my outfi t before our fi rst real date,

I imagine falling in love with your smile even more than I already have,

I imagine how happy I could have made you, how I could have inhaled every moment with you in like life itself, for those breaths are truly precious,

I imagine confronting you over and over again about what went wrong, how she could have been so much better than me, how I could have been so foolish as to think guys ever pick the girls like me,

I imagine becoming friends with you again, but you wouldn’t want it anyway and neither would she. And would I want that heartache anyway?

I imagine fi nally feeling loved by a guy who actually handles my heart with care, who doesn’t lie, who doesn’t fi nd joy in leading me on like a lamb to the slaughter. But would I even be able to accept that love? Would I trust them? When something is shattered repeatedly, can you ever put it back together?

I imagine.

I imagine.

That’s all I seem to do.

Imagine.