They were far from the story that brought them together. The girl meets girl in this case. What ensued was a more collaborative partnership . One washed, one ironed. One made breakfast, the other cleaned. The doors to laughter, silly jokes and needless conversations over homemade cocktails were long closed. One paid rent, the other handled the bills- These are things they never fought about, this functional living.
It was the loving that ripped them apart. The attempt at vulnerability and passive aggressions that revealed itself in unsalted meals and burned food. You wouldn’t know it by watching them have coffee and share a slice of cake in the same cafe every week. The Barista came over with a smile, “you’d make a good couple, you know”, he smiled in retreat. They had tried that. Oh, how they had tried.
The voice you hear is because David was kind enough to read for me, since I have the flu and cannot make one sentence without coughing up a lung. Hope you also enjoyed his inspired addition to the story as I did. Starts at 1:19.
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