Have you ever looked so long and deep into someone that you felt like your thoughts were in synch? That you both were feeling and thinking, “This is it. This is who you are and I am me and together this is us and this is it. This is who we are and what we’ll be together forever. This is what it’s all about. It doesn’t get better than this.” And each breath you took wasn’t deep enough — you needed more — deeper, longer, harder.
And you could see so far into them that you didn’t need test results, you just knew they were O-negative and their arteries were clogged.
And it hurt. It made your throat clench and tears well up like a slow leaky faucet when the water droplet gets so plump and weighty it bursts like a bulbous tick that ate too much for dinner.
And all the while you wanted to say something profound but nothing came out of your mouth except, “Oh, baby, yeah.”
No? You haven’t? Really?
Me either. I was just asking, you know, out of curiosity.