Cold- so cold.

Blunt.

You're cold and blunt.

Yet so warm, so blinding, so caring.

I could go on for hours maybe even years of how important you are to me.

I watch as you crouch down on the kitchen floor scrubbing away at something that I spilled at breakfast.

Cute.

I remember when we first met.

It was so long ago but as cliche as it may sound I- I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was rushing to get to work.

It was not a good day.

I bumped into you.

My coffee went everywhere all over your papers.

I remember thinking...

Damn he's scary.

And then you picked up your papers glared down at me, dragged me down the street-

All the way to the nearest convenience store where you watched as I bought another coffee and tea for you.

You gave me your number after shouting at me about repaying you in full later.

Then you left.

I was really late to work that day.

Texting...

I love texting you.

You're serious- way too serious but it's totally fine because I'm hilarious.

Even if you don't think so.

I KNOW I'm hilarious.

You introduced me to your friends through a groupchat.

You said it was an accident but I don't think so.

I think you needed an excuse to get to know me better.

And you were just a little to prideful- or shy to ask me one on one.

So we texted, and texted, and texted.

Months later- after laughing, venting, sharing favorite songs, fighting, fighting some more, and calling whenever we could.

I was running late for work...

Really late.

I stopped out of breath and someone

You ran into me.

I dragged you to the nearest convenience store...

Watched as you bought tea for yourself and a coffee for me.

We both called in sick.

We took a walk and laughed.

Well I did at least.

I think you did but maybe I'm just projecting myself onto you.

No you definitely did.

Then we dated.

We moved in together.

We went on a lot of coffee dates.

Walked through that park 150 times.

Then one time- when we were walking through there on our way to work.

We were late of course.

But then again we were never really on time so it didn't bother either of us.

You bumped into me.

No papers this time.

Just a ring.

We got married.

Bought a house.

This house.

We fought some more.

A lot more.

Grew apart.

Came together.

Cried.

Well I cried.

You comforted me.

But I'm sure you cried with me even if you didn't show it.

I got fired.

You got a promotion.

I stayed at home and 'cleaned'

I was never very good at it.

You suggested I get a job.

I started working at your office.

One day I'll be your boss.

And one day-

One day we'll have a family.

A little girl- a little boy...

They'll run into strangers.

Maybe it'll work out.

Or maybe they'll fight and never get back together.

Just split apart.

You've finished cleaning off the crud I spilled this morning.

You're definitely rolling your eyes at me.

I know you have something mean to say.

But that's ok.

I love it all.

You're so cold.

Even then you still pick up after me and hold me in bed.

Tight like a big bear.

You're blunt.

But I like that.

I love your honesty.

I can feel how much you mean it when you say-

"You're so beautiful"

"This tastes good."

"I love you."

You care- you care so much.

"What are you thinking about Y/N?"

You.

"How much you've aged since we first met."

How good you look when you kiss me.

"I hate you."

"I love you"

I pause breathing him in.

"Levi"