Jay and
Juanita
They met in a whirlpool of feelings, it might have been drugs involved, maybe some cheap champagne, and most of all, they didn’t know better. He smiled at her, often, and she liked it, it made her feel important, he laughed at her jokes when they walked down the street. She never asked him any of the important questions, because she didn’t want him to get the answers right. When he asked her to marry him, she said yes, even if she wasn’t sure what his last name was. Did she care much, probably not, because if she cared, it might actually have been love, and she wasn’t sure if that was what she was looking for. She felt good in his arms, and she didn’t want to push her luck, so when he casually said “we should get married” she looked him right back in the eyes and said “YES”
They met in a whirlpool of feelings, it might have been drugs involved, maybe some cheap champagne, and most of all, they didn’t know better. He smiled at her, often, and she liked it, it made her feel important, he laughed at her jokes when they walked down the street. She never asked him any of the important questions, because she didn’t want him to get the answers right. When he asked her to marry him, she said yes, even if she wasn’t sure what his last name was. Did she care much, probably not, because if she cared, it might actually have been love, and she wasn’t sure if that was what she was looking for. She felt good in his arms, and she didn’t want to push her luck, so when he casually said “we should get married” she looked him right back in the eyes and said “YES”
As a child
she had big thoughts about how she
wanted her wedding to be, she wanted the dress to be a dream, she wanted to be
a princess. But now when she was about to walk down the aisle with that boy who
smiled at her, it didn’t feel so important no more. What felt important was
that he kissed her goodnight and ran his fingers through her hair. What was
important was that he didn’t care when she cried over nothing. She didn’t care
at all, so one day she woke up, covered in cheap pink champagne, her dress was
pink, even if she could have sworn it was white the night before. She had a
faint memory of Elvis, she looked at the ring on her finger. She wasn’t about
to ask him where he had gotten it, she knew she might not like the answer. She
looked at him sleeping, and giggled at all the single bills on the floor. Going
to Vegas was so cliché, having Elvis officiating the ceremony even worse, well
he had spoken only Korean, so she wasn’t 100% sure that they actually were
married. Either way, her head hurt and Jay was sleeping next to her.
He loved
the city, she could understand the love, she could also feel the heartbeat of
the city, the promises that so many times turned into disappointments, the buzz
of the city fascinated her and she chased the dragon in many ways before she
met Jay.
Jay woke up before her, looked at her slender body in the champagne stained dress. He did know that she was probably not forever, he didn’t believe in eternity he didn’t believe in much to be fair. When he had ran into her at a café in SF a few weeks ago he was mesmerized, she laughed and talked and he couldn’t be anything but happy to just be close to her. He didn’t know much about her, except that sometimes she would cry in his arms, the first time it happened he thought he had done something wrong, and maybe he had. He never really understood why she cried, but she always seemed like she could return to herself, whatever that was, after crying in his arms. He had asked her to marry him when they were drunk in a bar, and to his surprise she had said yes. It all seemed so appropriate, to be together. The unexpected was so often the expected, his friends thought he was crazy, and he probably was.
Jay woke up before her, looked at her slender body in the champagne stained dress. He did know that she was probably not forever, he didn’t believe in eternity he didn’t believe in much to be fair. When he had ran into her at a café in SF a few weeks ago he was mesmerized, she laughed and talked and he couldn’t be anything but happy to just be close to her. He didn’t know much about her, except that sometimes she would cry in his arms, the first time it happened he thought he had done something wrong, and maybe he had. He never really understood why she cried, but she always seemed like she could return to herself, whatever that was, after crying in his arms. He had asked her to marry him when they were drunk in a bar, and to his surprise she had said yes. It all seemed so appropriate, to be together. The unexpected was so often the expected, his friends thought he was crazy, and he probably was.
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