When we reach the bottom of the stage steps, I stop him and cradle his face with my shaking hands. So many things run through my head. I want to tell him that if he gets himself killed, I'll kill him myself. I want him to know that if this is the last moment we have together, I will thank a god I haven’t talked to in years for the time we did have together. That he’s never felt more like mine than right now when I might lose him. Instead I say, “I’ll be waiting right here when you win.”
