Future plans

The date did not begin well. For one thing, it was raining. For another, one of the very first things to happen was the date frontloading with the entirety of their gender and sexual identities. Any one of those things were fine, but sometime during the litany the sheer totality of it all killed the mood. The whole situation morphed from a date to something more akin to a job interview, where skills and competencies were individually assessed in relation to the task at hand. It was all very professional

The food was nice, though. Definitely a place to return to

Rust

Suddenly, a text

“Heya, I’m in town for a spell, mind if I come up?”

No mind. Come right up

And so, there was talking, laughing, reminiscing, the impromptu singing of Regina Spektor songs. The old slow dance when reaching the chorus of Us, remembered only in muscle memory. For the briefest of moments, things were as they had once been, a re-enaction of the ages

Like all moments, this too passed. It brought a smile to the soul nevertheless, a reminder of things past and a promise of things to come

Careful deliberation

It rained

She was not alone in seeking refuge from the deluge. One by one, they dropped in, each finding this place by their own wit. No sign or decree urged them here, only the silent promise of shelter. No one spoke, the situation sufficing as shared understanding

Thus, the wait, and a choice

Waiting would mean remaining dry (as far as it was still possible), but it would also mean not moving towards whatever destination. The choice was to brave the rain, embracing the wetness but being in motion

She pondered the choice for quite some time. Before reaching a decision, however, the rain ceased

Fading into view

“So how did you two meet?”

“Well, it began with me posting the words ‘swamp witches’ on twitter. For some reason, it got retweeted a lot, and I gained a couple of followers from it. She was one of them, and we orbited around each other for a couple of years after that. Then we randomly ran into each other at a convention, and things started rolling”

“I must say it seems your relationship emerged very gradually”

“We’re Canadians. We wouldn’t have it any other way”

“…you’ve waited a long time to say that, haven’t you?”

“Oh yes”

Return to sender

“Hey, remember that restaurant we always used to go to when we lived in the old place?”

“Which one?”

“You know, that one on the corner, with the cat and the extra salad if you ate there more than once a week?”

“Oh yeah. That one”

“I’m having a nostalgic moment thinking about it”

“Why? The food wasn’t particularly good, and the cat only liked you if you gave it tunafish”

“Time has a way of filtering out the bad stuff and keeping the good things preserved in loving memory. What say we give it a try, just to get it out of my head?”

“Now I’m starting to think back fondly on those days. Dangit. Let’s go”

Unapologetically wholesome

“I’ve figured out your brand”

“Do tell”

“You’re unapologetically wholesome”

“Of those two words, I’m having a hard time figuring out which one is more confusing”

“See, that’s what I mean! Anyone else would have just yelled about what I was even saying, but not you. You are politely confused, in a constructive manner”

“Huh. I suppose you’re right”

“You know it”

“Is this the part where you’re gonna rope me into eating an unapologetically  non-wholesome burger at 2 am?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

“Let’s go. I can only be on brand so many hours a day”

Expediency

“But what I don’t understand is – why won’t he just do it?”

“See, here’s the thing. He’s been in love with her for years, right?”

“Right”

“So, this is the first time she’s talked to him in all that time. By continuing to hem and haw, he thinks he can keep the line of communication open. But if he goes along with doing it, she will move right on and never look back”

“That… makes sense. In a backwards kind of way”

“Anyway. You gonna pass me that cupcake or what?”

“Love doth make fools of us all”