“what’s over there?”, she mumbled through the unlit cigarette dangling from her lips.
and so we followed the music to an outdoor samba. you can tell this ain’t their first rodeo.
“that’s a cute couple” she said nodding in the direction of two dancers in their mid-50’s. "you think this is their second marriage?”
“without a doubt”.
“i love a love like a second marriage” she said. “full of passion and lust.”
she didn’t even have to explain.
i haven’t been this enthralled since my second kiss.
“they’re so grateful it didn’t work out the first time around. as painful as it was —they endured that immense pain and to be offered a second go...couldn’t ask for more.”
never again will i be myself.