Momentum

“I have to tell you … this isn’t productive. I don’t want to be having a relationship with someone who’s so self-centered and egotistical as you.”

I thought about his focus on his family, his need to talk to that sister of his every fucking day. Egotistical and self-centered? Dare I mention all the plastic surgeries? “Oh, yeah? Well, guess what? You’re the egotistical one, you self-centered … self-centered … blah!”

Why couldn’t I ever think up the right word when I wanted to hurl an insult at him? He deserved the wit of Noel Coward + Preston Sturges + Joe Keenan, all wrapped into one gay effete. Instead he got brain-stuttering me. I suppose he wasn’t any luckier than I was in the relationship department.

“You’re way out of line, buddy. If you don’t start behaving, I’ll go back to my sister’s house.”

“That’d be a pleasure, you dim-wit. Wait a second … wait a second …”

I breathed in my nose and let it out my mouth. The time had come after all these years. It was time. I knew I had to do it now or it might never come out of my mouth. Now, or perhaps I’d never get up the courage.

I looked at him. He looked so cute in his navy blue t-shirt and hairy legs.

“I’m sorry.”