affirmative intercourse©

what i couldn’t tell you … remember when you picked me up from my first “prom”? i remember the taste of jaffa juice and how pretty my dress was. i remember and i hope you do. you used to drive a seat cordoba, i remember. i remember and i hope you do. …remember when we were still together? we’d gather all together for christmas in mom’s apartment and we’d play board games. remember you ate olives out of your martini and mom laughed? i remember and i hope you do. … remember how for my last birthday at home you gave me too much aperol and it made me want to sleep? remember how you gifted me a board game with beautifully drawn geishas on hard cardboard cards? no one knows how to play that game, but i figured it out and i hope you will too. i never play that game with anybody else anyway. … remember when you first showed me your wife? i was wearing my hello kitty jumper and i wasn’t at all in the mood to meet someone else that day. i remember. i don’t know if you do. … remember when i half-jokingly told you i’ll come back to our hometown? i don’t know if you knew, but i wanted to see you the most. it’s a pity i couldn’t come. it’s a pity i couldn’t figure out how to play that game. it’s a pity i didn’t teach myself how to do that trick you showed me. it’s a pity it’s you and not me. it’s a pity it’s somebody at all. it’s a pity if i remember but you can’t say you do.