Tagged: Love (951)

It was their anniversary. But he’d had a terrible day at work and a kid puked on him on the subway and when he got home he said, I blame you

They sat by the fire and read their books, engrossed in their respective, disparate worlds. I don’t like how this is going to end, she said.

And then he said, Sorry, I have to pee again. And she fixed her hair. Are you for real? she asked. Or are you just nervous? He didn’t know.

He writes poetry to her. He sends flowers. He wants her more than food. And then a note. From her! FYI I have pimples on my chest, it reads.

He struggles up the mountain. Believe in the journey, he tells himself. Then he imagines his girlfriend’s breasts. And the struggle is gone.

He wanted to insert himself into her memory, to be someone that existed before they had ever met. To be eternal. You’re so creepy, she said.

She doesn’t know the difference between laughter and medicine. Telling her funny jokes can be fatal. Luckily, her new boyfriend is humorless