I bumped into a man coming out of the gozleme shop.
He said "sorry", I looked awkward and I knew it was on.
Knew that I was going to marry him.
It's that certainty, that inescapable truth
When you lock eyes with a stranger on the train and realise you already know exact shape of their tongue.
But Gozleme man wasn't like that. It wasn't a sex thing.
It was a wedding, white and terrifying
Cocktails in jam jars
Flowers from my mum's garden
A seat for my grandma right up near the action where she could see my shock
My 'how did it come to this'
I'm not a romantic
I don't believe in fate
I know we're going to marry, Gozleme Man and I
But I also know we're going to divorce
Four years in
About four years in.
We'll hate each other for as long as we loved and then, somehow, wake one morning in our separate homes to find that the hatred has disappeared and things
Gozleme Man and I will get a drink from time to time
Maybe once every six months
Sometimes our hands will touch across the table and a sort of electric crackle will pass between us
Not that buzz of lust or the spasm of regret
This will be the spark of shared certainty,
As sure as the certainty we both felt outside the gozleme shop back in September 2014
A certainty that we will never know each other again
We didn't exchange numbers.
I've forgotten his face already.
But it will happen.
This is a little thing I wrote two weeks ago. I also recorded it to share with friends on Facebook and then, this morning, suddenly decided to share it with you kids. I'm literally wearing a blanket as I record this and, as it was recorded on one of my two nights off this month, I'm looking pretty wiped out but enjoy my depressing outlook on love and marriage: www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmXQHU…
I honestly loved reading this so much. It started out sweet, as a poem with an idea so common it's almost cliche, but written well in your words. And then it took an unexpected turn, bitter and dark, and I can feel the emotion of their changing future relationship, and I love it.
I love your brain!
Thank you! Just posted the next one, complete with video. It is a strange project. And is partly procrastination, giving me half a day a week where I don't have to work on plays. Plays are crazy hard. Who does that to themselves.
Love it, and even better the reading of it! Rest well!
And Thanks for learning me "Gozleme" ( :
Oh get into Gozleme! They are amazing.
GAIMAN WOULD THIS!!