“Are you there again” she asked lovingly
I couldn’t say for sure it was all rather confusing I thought to myself.
“I guess, I am” I replied.
“Oh, that’s too bad, if you were hear there would be a million fun things we could do” she retorted.
I was beginning to think this was hopeless, I wasn’t about to just give in to her games. It’s not right in the head to the outside observer and I’m not sure it’s right in my head any more either. Who the hell have I let myself become? There was nothing more to discuss! I just can’t stop thinking about her and damn I do love the crazy bitch.
“It is completely crazy to even myself that I love you so much, but what has this become? You’re my existential crisis I have been searching for my whole life” I asked as if hoping some kind of consent for the weird shit we do to each other was at least ok with us.
“Yes it is at least to us, if I had to be honest with myself for once” she replied before she began crying!
I just sat there with her for the rest of the night. Not quite sure what to say but at least. We tried to be like this for each other, civil and all I really do wonder if either of us where ever really into romance or both just so tired, worn out and broken and it work for two lazy people with too much ambition to not succeed on our own.
I just grabbed her and kissed her good night as I fell asleep too tired to play that game anymore with her. Too happy to go find someone normal, we both woke up still on the couch the next morning. “It was the single greatest night of our lives so far” she told me over breakfast.