It’s an easy lie. The first of many dead leaves I’ll be throwing on the pile. She swallows it easily and gives me another soppy look. It’s bright eyed, furious in its intensity. Natalie is thinking I’m perfect at this moment. She’s wondering if she needs to start freezing these moments in her mind. She’ll need them when she tells ‘the story of us’ to coworkers, relatives, her social media followers… If it wasn’t so funny, I’d almost be touched.
Savage bro
