Truly, Madly, Deeply

by Alexandria Bellefleur

Colin reached inside the drawer beside the stove and pulled out a can opener she couldn’t remember buying. A can opener he didn’t have to hunt for, a can opener he just knew was there.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed against his lips. “Please don’t go.”

“No, listen to me. You think I’m not scared? Jesus, Truly, I’m terrified. I swear to God, it was like I walked into the studio that first day and I saw you and I just . . . I know love at first sight is bullshit, but I saw you and I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I had this feeling that nothing was ever going to be the same. My life was going to be divided into Before Truly and After Truly and the thought of there being an after still scares me. I’m terrified that one day you’re going to tell me to go and you’re actually going to mean it. But I’d rather be with you, try with you, than walk away on the off chance that calling it quits now might hurt less than some hypothetical hurt down the road.”

“Oh, nothing. Only that I typed the letter in Comic Sans.” Stan wiped his eyes. “Diane abhors Comic Sans. Hates it with a burning passion.”