You and Me
We defied normal. We did things our way and went about it, out of order. We kissed, which I instigated, before we dated. We were together before we actually were. I had to sort of break up with you before we even had an actual relationship.
We were opposites from the start. We were the last person each wanted to date, because I do commitments and because you didn't. We were different but we worked. We completed each other.
When I was kicked out of my apartment, you asked me to move in with you and Henry (your suit of armour). It was some of the best times of my life. We were a team. We had our routine. You wake me up with coffee, I wake you up with kisses. We read the paper over breakfast . You cooked, I cleaned. We did grocery and laundry together. My clothes hung beside yours. We have pizza Mondays, Chinese Tuesdays, whatever Wednesdays, study Thursdays and Friday nights at the pub with our friends. You sleep on the right, I sleep on the left or my favourite, cuddled next to you. I hog the covers, you sleeptalk. We read or talk before we sleep about the happenings of our day, trivial stuff, childhood memories and sometimes the future. It was my favourite time of the day. When it was just you and me and nothing else mattered.