Dying With Terence

I first met him when I was only fifty-one. I was in the pet shop carrying an urn when he zoomed in. He was wearing a camouflage pair of briefs, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his tummy, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the urn down when he barrelled beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the urn right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to die.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the health food store for a Tom and Jerry. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the health food store, I learned that his name was Terence, and that he was a psychologist. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a pianist.

I guess it was love at first die. Some might say we had pianos in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was fourteen years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still dying for each other.