Breadcrumbs

Bittersweet Kiss

"How about you pretend I'm someone else? Pretend I am...I don't know - Steven Tyler perhaps?"

"That wouldn't work."

"Come on, there's gotta be some other guy you'd love to shag."

"Maybe...Bon Jovi...but no. It's not a good idea for me to do that."

"Why not?"

"You told me just a few hours ago, you tried to pretend she was me. It didn't work for you, so what makes you think that might work for me?"

"Yeah, you're right. Stupid idea. You know, I used to hate Bon Jovi..."

"I remember that. It was a hell of a struggle sor you wouldn't change the station everytime it started playing on the car radio."

"You had never let me change it. And started singing out loud on my ear."

"Just to make you angry. And it always worked."

"You want to know something stupid?...I still hate it. But I don't change the station anymore."

"Don't have to. There's a lot of options on spotify now."

"Nothing like that, silly. I still dont like it. Don't change the station because it feels like you're there beside me while I'm driving the car, you're driving me insane with the song and your singing. You suck at singing. But I miss your hard work to piss me off on the traffic sometimes. Everytime, to be honest."

That stupid silence again. "Never Say Goodbye" started playin on my head, suddenly. Maybe I should sing it for her? No, I'm being an idiot already without singing.

"But you still hate it."

"Not as much as before. But still do. I hate how it makes me miss you."

"Breadcrumbs."

"What?"

"I was thinking about Breadcrumbs. Remember, from that Hansel and Gretel story? They were wandering in the woods and decided to throw Breadcrumbs along the way so they wouldn't get lost. But when they tried to find the Breadcrumbs track, the birds has eaten all of it. And so they remained lost."

" I know the story."

"That's what happened...some stupid ass bird ate all the Breadcrumbs we left so we wouldn't get lost of each other. And now we cannot find the way back."

"We didn't lost it."

"We've never even bothered to memorize it so we could know the way back by heart."

" I did. And I know it. By heart. And so do you, but you refuse to trust in your heart."

She looked ad me forgetting that the silly tear was still there. Wiped it away with a finger and her lips drew a straight line in a sad smile before getting her whiskey glass and take a large sip.

"You're about to get drunk..."

"Not yet. But I'll get there. Hopefully."

" Maybe it'd be a way. I might get advantage on you."

"Seriously? Did you bring any roofies too?"

"Absolutely fucking not!"

She actually laughed, for real. Just like I did. So I kept on going.

"No way in hell I'd get a boner while you're passed out. I know how naughty you are, it would be impossible. No the same thing whatsoever."

Disturbingly quiet. The creepy sound of silence. Did I fucket it all up again?

"Maybe it's best for me to go now. Goodnight."

She held my hand and looked at our hands together for a while. I was looking at her. Saw the nostalgia feelings all over her face.  

"You really want to leave?"

"I really need to."

"Throw some breadcrumbs along the way. I might try to find you through the darkness of the living room's couch."

" I might. Goodnight"

She didn't realize her lips were over mine until I held her neck so she wouldn't leave. It was the most bittersweet kiss ever. Since then, everytime we look at the Breadcrumbs our kids leave over the table we look at each other with a silly smile on how stupid we were back then.

And she always says "let's throw it on the garden for the birds"

(Written while listening to:)

https://youtu.be/fdWto-AUM3Q