"Do you remember...?"
The day we sat on the outermost edge of the bridge watching the storm-swollen river rage far beneath us...tempting fate while making naive plans for the future?
"Yes."
"Hmph. Then do you remember...?"
The afternoon we stopped along that quiet backcountry road and had gloriously primal sex in a field of wildflowers because the perfume and the longing wouldn't allow us to do otherwise?
"Yes."
"Well, do you remember...?"
The night we swore fervent fidelity we both knew was a bitter, unavoidable lie...our last night together before this one?
"Yes."
"Smug bastard."
"Yes."
"I love you even though. Do you...?"
"Yes."
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