We told each other no love

She was like a Venus Fly Trap. Complicated. Dangerous. She pulled me in. Her exterior was sheer beauty but her inner beauty? Deciphering that was like wading through molasses on a hot day.

Wait, you must excuse me, I need to pour another scotch.

You see, we told each other no love. That was the principal problem. I was jumping out of a marriage that had been wrecked by infidelity and booze. It was a painful release from my own personal jail. I didn’t think I wanted love. She had been hurt too. His name was Eric. They dated for 4 years and he never proposed anything but a sex-less marriage and his full control. As she always told me, she woke up one morning in their darkened room, his side of the bed an indented, empty canvas. She didn’t know where he had gone and she realized that she didn’t care anymore. Her hurt came from wasting all of that time with him.

We always joked about wanting a partial life do over.

Pardon me, my throat is a little dry. This is some good scotch right here. You ever have Johnny Walker Black Label? Shit doesn’t even burn going down.