make believe fight

I take some kind of perverse pleasure in watching couples fight in public. Emily and I have never had a real fight, nor anything that could ever resemble conflict. Because we are new and in love we are hurdling toward "firsts" as fast as we can, even our first fight. At stoplights we make angry yelling faces and mouth hateful words with the windows up. I slap the dashboard to sharpen some imaginary point. Other drivers inch slowly forward so as to distance themselves from our pretend rage. This is a kind of make believe that can only last so long. We know that.