But still, we get along famously and have built a relationship of sorts based on half truths and misconceptions.
We have date nights, where we both wear our fanciest clothes and we go out to dinner at the type of place that requires reservations.
After dinner we go on walks through our favorite park and when no one is looking we slip off the path and into the trees. You pull me down to you by my tie and kiss me passionately as your other hand fishes me out of my pants. I lift up your dress and we fuck just yards away from strolling strangers.
Sometimes we go into used book stores and find dimly lit corners where we kiss amongst piles of books. You reach up and pull down a book of poetry and begin to read to me as I kiss down your neck and across your collarbone. But then I get mad because I don’t even like poetry and I knock the book out of your hand and scream
“YOU KNOW I HATE POETRY”
I shove you to the ground and you look up at me with terror in your eyes
You see a look of shame and horror flash across my face as I realize what I have done but it is replaced almost immediately by anger and I walk out of the store, leaving you laying on the ground.
I come to you late that night reeking of booze and stale cigarette smoke and in my drunken stupor I have painstakingly scribbled out line after line of beautiful verse describing the intimate details of every single moment I have loved you.
I explain to you just how empty my life would be if you left. As if the sun had left the sky. As if all color had abandoned the world and all had gone grey. As if each painting had deserted its frame and left the walls of every museum bare. As if every note played by every orchestra had gone flat. As though every guitar in the world had went permanently out of tune.
And then I fall to my knees and I kiss your stomach and your hips. You tangle your fingers in my hair and you whisper “never again” And I repeat back to you as I undress you “never again” And I kiss you from head to toe and make you feel more alive than you could ever feel alone.
We make love like oceans crashing against rocky shores and the moons shift to our tides as we devour each other and become one once again