Mi Triste Vida

We work opposite schedules and both have sleep problems but we find time to talk and see each other as often as possible. Three days of silence is rare for us.

We cook for each other. I’ll nurse you when you’re sick. You keep me company when I’m sad. We have a balanced relationship. I help you in any way I can. You help ward off creepy guys. I love our relationship, how we work with each other, I just don’t know how to describe us.

I told you I was feeling sad, you invited me over. It was your only day off, you work six days or 80+hr weeks but you still spent the day with me. I showed up at 4:30pm and I left at 8:30am, it seemed like you didn’t want me to leave until you felt like I was okay. You had work at 9am.

It’s not always about sex with us. We do sleep with each other often but sometimes we just share a bed. We talk about what’s making us mad/happy, our coworkers/friends/family or what we want to do in the future. We’ll watch bad movies and talk about our childhoods.

We rarely argue.

We’re comfortable with each other. We can sit in silence. Be vulnerable in front of each other. You’ll tell me when you’re lonely and I’ll keep you company. I can cry in front of you and you’ll cheer me up.

We’re intimate but maintain a bit of distance. Neither of us takes a step further.