You can pretty much boil down any relationship with someone to one moment. For me and her, it was right after sex. Not the first time we had sex, nor the last, but one of the countless other occasions. Nothing about the sex itself was memorable, not that it was bad or mundane, it was just one of many exchanges of fluids. And then I went and did it.
I have this penchant, it’s more of a superpower really, for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, or not saying the right thing at the right time…basically time, saying things, and me have our issues. So I used my God-given talent to say one thing.
You know what was awesome?
A beat.
Those mozzarella sticks from before.
And, I’m aware that, of the potentially stupid post coital things I could say, this is somewhere in the middle of the list, but I said it. She immediately got pissed and I almost-immediately apologized. But somehow I’m sorry was never good enough. She tried to head butt me, but I moved. She always claimed that I never fought for the relationship. So I guess avoiding her head diving into mine was just another example of that.
And despite my stupidity and her trying to bash my head in, I was so unfathomably comfortable. So I’d do my best to avoid her, and we’d try to mentally beat the crap out of each other only to slide into each other and fit together like some fucked up, broken, and singed puzzle pieces that nobody else could pair up.
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