"You mean this isn't a movie?" John teased, after a moment or two of stewing in his own head. It was easy, perhaps predictably easy, to go for the smart ass remark. "You're gorgeous enough for a movie. So am I." They'd make a great documentary on HBO or Showtime, John had always thought: some sort of corrective to the myths, the misunderstandings.
"I know you say that, and I know you mean that, but....you don't talk about things, sweetheart. Some really important things. And I get why, but it's my past too. So if you're avoiding things, then," John said, extra carefully, "why would you want to wake up every day and look at me? I'm a bundle of bad memories."
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Date: 2016-01-13 08:19 am (UTC)"I know you say that, and I know you mean that, but....you don't talk about things, sweetheart. Some really important things. And I get why, but it's my past too. So if you're avoiding things, then," John said, extra carefully, "why would you want to wake up every day and look at me? I'm a bundle of bad memories."