In college I dated a woman. It’s a long story and worthy of its own story. Anyway.
She thought she was sick. We were out shopping for art supplies and she said she needed water, so I volunteered to go get her some. I go out, find a store with water, bring it back.
She takes a sip. “It’s cold.”
“Why didn’t you get room temperature? I’m sick. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?”
[Pours half of the bottle out and throws the rest away]
“You don’t care about me. You don’t care if I die. We’re breaking up.”
“No. Don’t go. Stay.”
I walk off.
I go to a headshop to celebrate and buy myself a Zippo lighter.
I go back and she’s packing and talking about how I don’t care about her. I give her the Zippo and say “I bought you this.”
She starts crying.
We broke up two years later. I found the lighter and kept it. It was mine to begin with. It’s my lucky lighter.