Till Summer Do Us Part

by Meghan Quinn

“Fuck off, asshole!” “No, you fuck off.” “Eat shit and rot!” God, I love New York City.

You live in New York City, and you’re going to be a Mets fan when the Yankees are the clear option? Not sure Sanders can be trusted.

“I want to feel like I’m the most important thing in your life. I want to come home from work to find you excited to see me. I want you to want to kiss me. Hug me. Touch me other than when it’s for sex.” Her eyes lift to mine. “I want to know that if I were to walk out that door, walk away from this relationship, that you would know it was the biggest mistake of your life.”

“Maybe we can make a new list, one that we want to cross off together.” “That’s exactly what I was thinking.” I kiss her forehead. “And here I thought we were going to be a whole ‘till summer do us part’ situation.”