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Love is fighting over the remote for television shows that never get watched because you’re busy arguing over who first gives back tickles, for touch feels so good, but this never happens because you’re too full from dinner cooked together—pumpkin risotto and fudge-topped-cheesecake—so you slouch on each other, moaning and feeling fat, but telling the other they are beautiful, and you roll on the floor, then eyes meet, and you kiss, but then you remember this no longer exists, that you’re actually in bed with Netflix, wishing you still had this person to love the same television show.
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Well….that went from cute to making me depressed fast.