Short Stories

I tried not to picture the man with the mustache. But that was impossible; he kept popping up in my head. Any time I saw a mustache, this man's image invaded my mind. My boyfriend had a mustache so I made him shave it. He'd had it since before we started dating and I had never gotten to know the skin of his upper lip along with the rest of him. It made me feel uncomfortable and guilty that I refused to respect this skin just because it was covered by hair. What other skin was I neglecting? I had to break up with him before he started to go bald.

Dennis, we have to break up.

What the hell? Why?

Honestly?

Honestly.

Your upper lip skin makes me feel guilty.

Guilty? You told me I had to shave!

That's because I can't look at mustaches anymore but your upper lip skin made me feel guilty for neglecting it all this time. 

Neglecting....what?! Why can't you look at mustaches anymore? You used to love it!

I have to go.

We need to talk about this!

No. I can't talk about mustaches anymore. I have to go.

I think I probably hurt his feelings but he just didn't understand. And I wasn't about to go public about the mustache man so there was no way he could understand.