The Screwed Circumstances Of Love

How we keep choosing it again and again despite it all

The cold air tries to find its way within the crevices of my clothes. I wish for something warm between my lips. I imagine his lips pressed against mine. The way he holds me with that perfect tightness. I can almost smell his scent as he pulls me into his broad chest.

A sigh releases from my chest I had been holding for what seems like forever. My shoulders scrunch up toward my ears at the sense of a hand on my back. I turn my head to see Barry staring at me.

“I fell for him like a box of cards stacked up just too top heavy. I tumbled and came crashing down.”

I raise my hand at the water swirling below us. I bring it down on the frigid blockade separating us from tumbling down the hill into the water below. Barry chuckles and I glance at him. He’s shaking his head with that classic smile of his. His lips are held tight to hold back exposing his teeth.

“You and metaphors.”

“It’s a thing, I can’t help making something terrible sound beautiful.”

Barry and I stand outside facing the body of water. The cool breeze caresses our shoulders. His warm, wool jacket is quite the contrast to my leather jacket. I shiver slightly and I feel an arm around my…