/ this is the funny one

We played the game again on Friday, after a week overcoming a bit of panic, a bit of threatened abandonment, a few heartfelt apologies brought on by the fear of, 'Okay, now what?' I don't honestly know how anyone breaks loose. I don't think it's possible. You tie the tiny string around your pinkies when you are so new and you loosen it just a bit when it turns red and you pull, like children at a tug-of-war, mama’s leftover thread, and no one wins, because when you look down, both your wee hands are cut through and through.

"I don't know. I just couldn't imagine."

"Yeah."

"I mean, seeing you later on, knowing how long we were together. So many years when I could just, you know."

"I know."

"I'm sure we'd just take off our clothes, for old times sake."

"I know! Who do you imagine I'd be with?"

"Someone smart. Someone who reads a lot."

"I'm not smart?"

"No, I meant it as an insult. Someone boring."

"Yeah. I'm boring?"

"Sometimes."

“It’s kind of true.”

Some days, I feel like I could fit through the head of a postage stamp, if I tried hard enough.