It really shouldn’t work between us.
He’s nonchalant, forgetful, and dawdling.
I’m tightly-wound, organized, and detailed.
He retreats when he’s angry.
I can’t function without a thorough discussion.
He knows the glass is half full.
I focus on what’s missing.
He squeezes toothpaste from the middle.
I insist that from the bottom is the only way.
Red meat makes me queasy.
I suffer through it.
He turns his nose up to wine.
I dream of romantic trips to Napa.
He believes love conquers all.
I say it’s not always enough.
You see? It really shouldn’t work out between us.
He craves a hug at the end of his day.
I melt in his arms. Every time.
He cracks jokes in church.
I cough to disguise my laughter.
He’s touchy feely and affectionate.
I’ve grown to like it.
He brings water to my bedside.
I’m a thirsty sleeper.
He tells me I was meant for him alone.
I know truer words were never spoken.
It really shouldn’t work out between us.
It absolutely. completely. unequivocally. does.