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This is where love turns to revolution.  There were three marks on her hand, the back of her hand, that were left there by pirates, is how she told it.  She mentioned that they were particularly interesting pirates, and may have been the type to come into town to raid for a few days, but in this case they stayed for several weeks.  They liked where she lived, and so did I.  It didn’t have any of the problems of my own home town, and the most persistent problem there was me.  The best thing about being with her was that I was not there, and this was good for everybody.

If I could find the right way to stay in New York, I would keep the secret quiet, such as the perfect hotel, that offers the perfect chance to have a perfect moment.  Our perfect moments were spent long before we met, which took some of the pressure off, but it often works out that way that things have a way of replenishing themselves, and by the end of the week, expectations would be high again.  I have imagined that I could adjust, but this isn’t about anything anyone ever adjusts to.  When the boy meets the girl (or any variation of that), then whatever rules once applied to the world have to go outside and wait with the dogs in the street.

Love is chaos, and love is a warm book without a movie coming soon, and love is also a pirate that waits to come back to town.  We love pirates.  We began to love pirates before the first word was spoken.  This time, however, everything would go badly, ultimately.  I would try to forget that it happened that way before, because when I think like that, I imagine it might happen again, and that’s when things come to a freeze, or the lava stops flowing and turns to rock.