not ‘less you mean it…

it was dark and he lay in bed wondering whether or not to turn the light on…kept thinkin’ ’bout Sarah…a woman he’d made love to years ago when he lived in Northern Virginia…’round Leesburg…she was a local…he’d just moved there from Chicago…left a wife behind…never took off the ring…

they used to meet every night at this small pub…drinkin’ margaritas and shots of tequila while they played pool and flirted wildly with each other…she’d kiss him and smack his ass when he bent over to aim up a shot…his focus was never up to par…

and they’d go drivin’ fast ‘cross back roads…dust kickin’ up…deer runnin’ in front of ’em…purple nights…pullin’ over to make out in the back seat of his Dodge…like two high school kids…they couldn’t keep their hands off each other…didn’t want to…

one night he told her he loved her…the thick hipped blonde stopped kissin’ him immediately…said…,you ought not to talk like that…not ‘less you mean it…,he assured her of it…grabbed her long hair and kissed her even harder…she didn’t say a word…

next night Sarah didn’t show up at the pub…didn’t answer his calls…knocked on her door…never opened…all communication had been cut off…he knew what he’d done…don’t ever tell ’em you love ’em…not ‘less you mean it…

it was dark and he lay in bed wondering whether or not to turn the light on…

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