Are you going to eat that?

Today we drove with the sun roof open.

"It sure is nice today" he proclaimed, as if I hadn't noticed.

"Mmmhmmm" I hummed, twirling shiny bits of hair around my fingers. My eyes affixed to something in the distance.

Silently, I made some sort of declaration. If he, no, not him, ever came back to this side of the world from that side of the world, I would see him. My mind jumped to secret worlds full of illicit affairs. It seemed so exciting. And when I returned I realized that the entertainment of adultery conjured no personal moral violation. I wondered why.

"I love you sweetheart", he said in some unknowing effort to bring me back.

"I love you too", the words leaving my mouth like merely a reaction.

What if I meant it? Had I been able to thoroughly convince myself, to deceive myself. What would it matter anyway.

A couple jogged by as we idled at the stop sign.

"Look at those orcas, holy thunder thighs" he excitedly observed.

Maybe it was an opportunity for the expression of frustration, maybe I really believed it.

"Why do you always condemn people for their physical appearances? Can't you find something else to say?"

What I really meant to ask was, why are you stuffing your mouth full of chocolate bars?