Ok, my one sad-sack valentine's lament
We spend the entire day together. We go from coffee shop to coffee shop to thriftstore to walks around town. We hold hands when there arent many people around and discuss what we like about each other. We talk about all of our problems and help each other with each of them. We go to each others house to do work and we pleasently sit there in silence until one has a difficulty and the other jumps at the chance to help out. We have more cigarette breaks than we need just so we can talk about something other than work. We go to dinner and have a few drink. Sitting around at the bar, talking about everything, each other, our past, what weve done wrong, what we want to do right. You lean your head on my should and place your hand on my leg. I run my hand through your hair. And its never awkward, never uncomfortable, always exactly where we want to be and what we want to do. Until you have to leave. Until we have that last cigarette before you or I walk out the door. Then we always have silence. Not the comfortable silence where you just happy to be sitting next to me. But silence because neither of wants to talk at this moment. Because talking is not what we want to do. We both know we cant do what it is we should be doing at that point. And this has happend almost every other day for the past month. And its not going to end, because your going home to that tall smiley faced souless douche that treats you like an ornament. And you will continue to do so.
sorry about that guys.
