kids,
jobs,
how many times married,
i show
her the scars
on my face
from rice being thrown
at me so many
times.
she shows me
the scar
on her foot from an ill
fitted wedding
shoe.
we laugh,
we drink. and both say
at the same
time. never again. never.
i show her my ring
finger
where they had to saw
off my
unmovable ring.
she opens her purse
and shows me
a handful
of diamond engagement
rings and laughs.
my retirement, she says.
suckers.
we clink glasses together.
she may be the one.
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