I’m not sure how much you will like hearing this, but laying in bed holding hands is my favorite part of having sex with you.

Megan Cannella

I used to get upset with the way you didn’t feed my anger and insecurity. I used to get upset with the way you are always so damn committed to finding a way forward, instead of joining me in my love affair with being stuck and miserable. My rainy day, comfort setting is petty with a hint of jilted, but I think your default might be happy? Or some positive emotion I haven’t met because my family could only afford the Crayola 8 pack of emotions and I think you must have had the fancy 64 pack with the built-in sharpener and the coveted Robin’s Egg Blue. I have always thought Robin’s Egg Blue was happiness. You are proving me right. I kind of hate you for it. I honestly just don’t understand. How you found this point of simple, pure joy. How you keep finding your way back to it. Though, when you are completely still like this, I can’t quite tell if your joy is fully yours or if it is for my benefit because you hate seeing people stuck and miserable and petty. So we’re laying here, not looking at each other, making spiders with our hands, and even when you say you think Big Bang Theory is funny, I don’t pull away.