Not Made for Hallmark

We took a break, fortunately, it was a time when we could not stand each other. Whirlwind romances spun like dandelion puffs in a thin, just barely breathable air. I knew retrospectively that she was three years younger than I and I was five years younger in puppy dog years. When we met once more, we argued over some bitter bones we thought we had long buried. After a prolonged snarling match we had a cataclysmic coupling that lasted to the following Sunday. A priest blessed our union, suggesting that from now on we only contaminate each other - and none other with our dog-eat-dog love.