Intermezzo

Jul 10, 01 | 3:25 am

They were completely self-absorbed, an entity unto themselves. They had their little routine, their psychodrama down to tightly honed science. He said, How about I come out there once a month and we fuck our brains out, break up, and get back together one month later, and I come out there and we repeat? Would that work? She laughed. How is that different from what we do now?

She spent her younger sister's bridal shower skating a faint edge of hysteria.

It was summertime. He would come to her sometimes, and they would spend three days wrapped up in each other. And she wondered if this was all it was and all it would ever be and then she wondered if it would be enough.

She thought often of a boy she loved when she was sixteen, half a lifetime ago. She had believed on some level that the two of them transcended time, that they would always be right for each other and she had allowed him to bleed her until she couldn't take it anymore. And she hadn't loved like that since, that all-encompassing surrender Dorothy type of love.

They had both been burned by loving this much, and neither one of them had wanted to take risk again. So they pulled at each other from opposite coasts, waiting for the earthquake to come to collapse them into each other.