Flashback 3: how glory begins

See what had happened was I got tears in my eyes, just waiting for you to say that same shit I been hearing since I was fifteen, you a cool friend and a great girl but I just don’t feel that way. That’s why I couldn’t look at you right then cuz I was waiting for the knife to be plunged into my stomach. I even pictured a samurai, good old Mifune, looking so damn stoic but not me, I probably looked like I was about to cry and I was. I listened, heard what I did not expect. And then my laughter. I was wrong for the first time in a million years and I picked up my messy heart and put it back in my pre-Columbian maiden chest where it started to beat for you. Whose lips, whose tongue, I don’t remember and it don’t matter because you called me tiger. I had to rush to the bathroom and I think I ran into a chair or something because my arm was bleeding(I hope the scar stays forever)when I looked into the bathroom mirror. My face all flushed, all that wavy hair and that mouth you had kissed. Out into the mist, laughter as we leaned against the car door, quick let’s get back to the room, who’s gonna drive, me buzzin off the beer but mostly off you, my dream, my fantasy, my hope. Stumbling in a parking lot, don’t remember the elevator ride, but I remember the darkness of the room, which lamp was on? I remember starting to weep and I remember you. I said you were going to ruin my life but maybe I said that the next day. In either case, I lied. My life became beautiful that night.

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