He says, I’m addicted to game shows. It’s the last time he sees her. Until years later. She’s on TV. And he realizes the failure of his life

They drove toward the storm, unsure of the future or themselves. She said she saw a rainbow on the horizon. But that was always the problem.

Her love is all-encompassing and he feels buried alive in snow and he builds up the courage to tell her and she says, But you hate the cold.

He showers her with apricots and marigolds. He likes the poetry of the offering. But she’s not a poetry kind of gal. And she wishes he knew.

They were obviously lost. The GPS was faulty. You and your stupid gadgets, she fumed. He knew he’d have to rethink her birthday present now.

They wake up and he says, Don’t use me, and she says, I was going to say the same thing, and he asks for a toothbrush and she kicks him out.

The woman turned around and his lust faded. Later he told his wife he was through being superficial. When she asked why he couldn’t tell her