17: Possibility

Elliot says he will never love you. His certainty is a wall, so he doesn’t see you making eyes at possibility. Afterward, you date for quantity rather than quality. With each one, you make a prediction—Glen will complain about buying me dinner. Peter will say I’m a bleeding heart. Dennis will prefer larger breasts—daring possibility to deliver. Until one day, you fall in love with possibility, the way it enfolds the future like a dimpled orange rind. You roll it between your hands, but won’t sink your nail into the skin, weary of the moment you taste what is there.