Sometimes people keep showing up like pennies.
There’s one, and only one guy, that means Charlotte to me.
We have not had a “perfect” attraction. On the contrary. We’ve been “on” again and “off” again for three weeks. When we’re on we enjoy each other’s company; we say the same things; we love the textures of food and wine.
When we’re off, it’s bloodshed. When we argue we get positional. He’s a Taurus, stubborn and determined; I’m a Pisces, when confronted I simply swim upstream.
When we fight, we’re through with each other. “God-damnit,” I lob; “Fuck you,” he says.
And in five days we’re dining together.
Sometimes, I think, that people come together easily, and then fall apart when things get tough. But this one guy, it’s never been easy, but when we do come together, if we ever do come together, it will be out of respect for each other.
Not, n-o-t, because it was easy: but because it was meant to be despise our worst efforts.