You and Me

Posted on | October 27, 2009 | No Comments

B knows me. He has this knack for putting just the right amount of cream in my coffee. He knows that I excel at putting up a tent, but the fire is another story. He starts my fire. He knows that 3 drinks aren't enough, but 5 is cutting it close. He hears when I cry or laugh in my sleep, which is much too often, and he gets that I prefer to lie on my left side. If he really wants to make me happy he brings home a mocha latte - I bet anyeone else would bring home something nut flavored. If he really wants to make me mad, he calls me my mother. But he is learning, some days more than others.  And I am learning too.

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