After I Do

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

“Someday,” I said. “Yeah.” We were nineteen.

We are fighting because we don’t know how to be happy.

Ryan and I are two people who used to be in love. What a beautiful thing to have been. What a sad thing to be.

tears so full of relief they will be baptismal.

I’m here for you, too. I love you, you know.”

Everyone needs to stop asking me that question. My answer isn’t going to change.

Sometimes you should just take the potatoes and say thank you and then throw them in the trash when Mom’s not looking.

“All right.” So maybe he has learned to take the potatoes sometimes.

I can’t be a husband to you if you treat me like a friend.

Why? Because fuck you. That’s why.

And then I keep running. It quiets the voices in my head.

You bring out the best in me. And I could use the best of me right now.