I have this picture of you in my mind, you are just a figment of my imagination at this point. As far as I know you don't exist, but for my sake—I really hope you do.
I've named you Chris, John or Drew. Whatever I feel like that day, that's you. It's something easy and common, cause I have better chances that way.
You text me in the morning when you wake up, it's the first thing you do after you reach for your phone. I could be dead asleep, but I wake up, every time—just to respond. This of course is only when we're apart, otherwise you annoy the shit out of me at 7 am. Go figure—I happen to fall in love with a morning person.
I will always turn to you to muster the best "good morning" I can provide. I'm pretty good at that actually, despite my night owl tendencies. In five seconds I am in your face, obnoxious as fuck. Hey, you asked for it.
I will get ready, sans makeup, because it's Sunday (I despise putting on makeup on Sunday). I will put on workout clothes with absolutely no intention of working out that day. We'll walk to the nearest cafe to get coffee, not because I need caffeine, but because of habit and I actually like the taste. I will pick up flowers from the nearest farmers market and you'll hold them. I'm bossy. Ohh, you didn't know?
I will make whatever you want for breakfast, usually it involves bacon. We always have bacon. You share stupid facts and stories you find online while we eat. You tell me ridiculous facts, but I don't mind. I repeat them when I'm drunk, making small talk with complete strangers. It entertains them and I appear knowledgable and worldly.
A food coma will hit and if it's baseball season I will stream a Giants game on my iPad. You give zero fucks about baseball, I don't care. I listen/watch/react to the game anyway. You play video games and we do this until we fall asleep on the couch.
It starts raining outside.
I will name five suggestions for take out, you will respond with the one I actually don't want. I just asked you to be nice. I'll still order what/where I want anyway. Luckily you've figured this out by now so you don't take offense. You've learned that when it comes to food my preferences will win 75% of the time. You just respond to humor me, every time.
I will ask you 5,000 questions (give or take) during the course of the day, because you interest me that much. Sometimes I will hit a philosophical/deep cord with you, but most of the time I just want to know what your favorite anything/everything is. I'm obnoxious, told you.
At some point we will just lie in bed and crack jokes, and even though it's still raining outside, it won't be because there's no where to go...
It's because there's no where better to be.