Love is... like a warm hug.
Kimberly today is easily irritable and peevish because she's on her period and is curled up on the floor in the middle of the living room because that feels like comfort. When Roger gets home from work and even though she's so relieved to see him, she scowls at him and complains about her belly hurting. She doesn't get up to hug him and doesn't change position either. This, even though all she really wants to do is crawl onto his lap and have him engulf her until they're both just a ball of sweat because love is gross and creepy like that. She has her period and she has the cramps and she loves him so much that she wants to slap him in the face.
She won't respond to any of his questions and will grunt if there are more than 5. She’ll also be relieved when he leaves her curled up on the living room floor. She loves him so much that she feels like he should never have to be around her when she's like this. She still doesn't move because the cold floor now seems like a companion and you don't let go.
Love is when he comes back, 15 minutes later, and he's been down to the general store and bought her favourite chocolates, the ones with wafers on the inside, even though it’s pouring cats and dogs. The way he comes back to her, with the packet of chocolate in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, the way he comes silently and places these things next to her the way he understands her need to not be moved or touched at this point in her life. He is practically not even displacing the air he's moving through that almost makes her feel bad for him.
But still, she loves him so much she is too embarrassed to apologise. She doesn't even turn her head to face him, but she can see the chocolates laying on the floor beside her. She loves him more as he sits on the couch across from her. She, curled up, obstinate as hell and him so calm. And then without warning, she starts weeping as she says, “I’m sorry for being such a menace, it’s just that I feel so horrible, and fat and I don't want to be here right now. I hate everything as much as I love you!”
He slowly crawls up beside her this time he comes closer and holds her and says, “I know, come let me take you to the room We can watch the bachelorette. I’ll bitch about all the contestants with you!” She starts crying because he is the best, and she tells him that she didn’t mean it, that she loves the house and she doesn't want to go anywhere, “I love it here, I love it here with you and did I say I love you?” He says, “I know you do, and I do too. Now can I help you up or we’re going to miss the start of the program. I really want to know which one effs up today” as he helps a nodding and reluctant Kimberley to the room.
They watch the bachelorette and as promised he has an opinion on everything, and they complain about all the contestants like they’re best friends they dislike and they’re driving back from a dinner party that they just had with them, and they eat all the chocolates and drink coffee until her cramps subside and they’re holding hands.
Before they go to bed he lies on his side and her too facing him with their noses touching like every night, as they finally talk about their day at work. So, love is when they eventually lay together in the darkness, and have their ten minutes of cuddles, then both roll to their own side of the bed. Her with 5 pillows and him with one. He puts a hand under her head pillow and they fall asleep listening to the sound of the rain against the windows just like this; far enough to be comfortable, but pressing together regardless.
She won't respond to any of his questions and will grunt if there are more than 5. She’ll also be relieved when he leaves her curled up on the living room floor. She loves him so much that she feels like he should never have to be around her when she's like this. She still doesn't move because the cold floor now seems like a companion and you don't let go.
Love is when he comes back, 15 minutes later, and he's been down to the general store and bought her favourite chocolates, the ones with wafers on the inside, even though it’s pouring cats and dogs. The way he comes back to her, with the packet of chocolate in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, the way he comes silently and places these things next to her the way he understands her need to not be moved or touched at this point in her life. He is practically not even displacing the air he's moving through that almost makes her feel bad for him.
But still, she loves him so much she is too embarrassed to apologise. She doesn't even turn her head to face him, but she can see the chocolates laying on the floor beside her. She loves him more as he sits on the couch across from her. She, curled up, obstinate as hell and him so calm. And then without warning, she starts weeping as she says, “I’m sorry for being such a menace, it’s just that I feel so horrible, and fat and I don't want to be here right now. I hate everything as much as I love you!”
He slowly crawls up beside her this time he comes closer and holds her and says, “I know, come let me take you to the room We can watch the bachelorette. I’ll bitch about all the contestants with you!” She starts crying because he is the best, and she tells him that she didn’t mean it, that she loves the house and she doesn't want to go anywhere, “I love it here, I love it here with you and did I say I love you?” He says, “I know you do, and I do too. Now can I help you up or we’re going to miss the start of the program. I really want to know which one effs up today” as he helps a nodding and reluctant Kimberley to the room.
They watch the bachelorette and as promised he has an opinion on everything, and they complain about all the contestants like they’re best friends they dislike and they’re driving back from a dinner party that they just had with them, and they eat all the chocolates and drink coffee until her cramps subside and they’re holding hands.
Before they go to bed he lies on his side and her too facing him with their noses touching like every night, as they finally talk about their day at work. So, love is when they eventually lay together in the darkness, and have their ten minutes of cuddles, then both roll to their own side of the bed. Her with 5 pillows and him with one. He puts a hand under her head pillow and they fall asleep listening to the sound of the rain against the windows just like this; far enough to be comfortable, but pressing together regardless.
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