You were mortal enemies before hate does what it always does and turns to love.<\/p>\n
After you lost to her for Class Treasurer you kissed her in the coat room and grabbed one pre-boob. She wrapped her Jansport straps around your throat and swept the shin.<\/p>\n
Fast-forward a decade and she actually has boobs and you finally have the balls to tell her how you\u2019ve loved her ever since she kicked your ass that day in the coatroom. You were at her grad party and her drunk boyfriend was throwing up at your feet. So you proclaimed and she just looked at you for a second before walking off into the woods. You found her leaning against a willow tree and tried to do a grand romantic grab\/kiss thing, but just ended up headbutting her. You both laughed it off and kissed each other\u2019s blood. She cried and told you how the drunk boyfriend already gave her a pre-engagement ring. And you wondered then like you wonder now if that\u2019s even a thing.<\/p>\n
Now, another decade later, you have a run-in unexpectedly at a resort. It\u2019s summer and most of the tourists are gone from the mountain town.<\/p>\n
This is the only time I like to come.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s what you both say to each other and then just stand there with your shoulders slumped and your children circling.<\/p>\n
Please don\u2019t touch me, she says.<\/p>\n
You lie and say, I haven\u2019t thought about you in years.<\/p>\n
That night, you\u2019re fiddling with the piano in the lobby and she stumbles in from the bar and sits beside you. She leans in and says how when she listens to jazz she always thinks of you.<\/p>\n
You saved me from pop music, she says.<\/p>\n
After you have sex, you tell her that your ex-wife is nice, caring, and not interesting. How she almost liked it when you cheated, how she always used the phrase, your happiness<\/em>. You\u2019ve never told anyone this, but here you are chasing the same woman you\u2019ve chased for twenty years and you finally have her. But just like when you were young there\u2019s this awkward tension. You\u2019ve always thought it was the sexual kind, but now that\u2019s over and you still feel this ever-tightening noose.<\/p>\n You say, It\u2019s almost like old love isn\u2019t even love.<\/p>\n She\u2019s nude and her breasts are still heaving.<\/p>\n She cups her right breast and says, I never loved you, and I don\u2019t think you ever really loved me.<\/p>\n You can tell she means it. You can tell she\u2019s right.<\/p>\n She cups her left breast and says, We should go pick up the kids, the pottery class is almost over.<\/p>\n For a minute you forget she doesn\u2019t mean your shared kids. For a minute you think of what could have happened if that kiss actually landed in the coatroom. If you held hands and were the first ones to go out. If you took virginities and had abortions and bought spatulas and came full circle to this resort.<\/p>\n She throws your pants at you. The buckle whips and smacks you square in the mouth. You laugh and kiss. The taste of blood back. The taste of a better time back.<\/p>\n Let\u2019s go asshole, she says, flicking the blood from her chin and laughing the same fourth-grade laugh.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" After you lost to her for Class Treasurer you kissed her in the coat room and grabbed one pre-boob.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":13588,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[1135,1134,1133,14],"class_list":["post-13371","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fiction","tag-blood","tag-nostalgia","tag-old-love","tag-sex","writer-dayton-j-shafer"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13371","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13371"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13371\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13589,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13371\/revisions\/13589"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/13588"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13371"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13371"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13371"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}