:: GROCERY LOVE ::

argument

It was over today. You were over me and I was over you and it all felt so completely, over. My mind raced through the picture book of memories, flipping past morning smiles, evening kisses, and heavy laughter pouring out of our bodies like lava. We were never going to fight. We were never going to share angry words. We were in love. We were going to be the first couple in the history of couples to never, ever, ever argue. And then it happened.  We had an argument.

I said all the wrong things. You said all the wrong things. The he said-she said stuff seems insignificant. It’s been a few days and the introduction of “sucky” is lingering among us. Sucky is happy and embroiled in our relationship. Sucky helps himself to all the blankets and drinks the last of the milk. Sucky reminds the both of us that love hurts and even with the best intentions it can all get fouled up in an instant. Sucky is cumbersome and bossy and doesn’t like to listen to reason.

Sucky wanted more milk and I thought to myself, maybe if I got the right kind of milk, maybe Sucky would find another couple to mess with. So, I went to the market and bought some milk. I brought it back to the apartment and you were gone. Not gone in the out-for-a-little-while gone but gone, gone. Gone as in all your stuff is gone. You even took that succulent that you brought back for me when you visited your crazy Auntie in Arizona. Gone.

I went to the market to make things better and you left. And now I’m stuck with Sucky and this carton on milk. I don’t even drink milk. You know that I’m lactose intolerant.