Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.
and they accept the compliment as if it was about them. “Nice tie.”
“Well, thank you. Thank you very much.” The compliment is for the tie, it’s not for you, but we take it. That’s kind of the job of clothes;
to get compliments for us, because it’s very hard to get compliments
based on your human qualities. Right? Let’s face it, no matter how
nice a person you are, nobody’s gonna come Say “Hey, nice person.”
It’s much easier to be a bastard and just try and match the colors up.”