I think the phases you go through with the people you love are the best parts of relationships.
Like...one minute you're looking at someone with utter contempt, just all 'how DARE he wear that blue sweater I know his ex bought him to this dinner, that sweater is kindling!' inside your head, but the next minute, he corrects the Starbucks barista to inform her you do not want whip cream on that gingerbread latte and you think 'eh, he's not so bad'.
There's a particularly busy week and you're so relieved he's off doing his own thing and you're not having to deal with constant fits about ridiculous things that don't concern you, but then there's a Thursday night where your bed is cold and you think 'I'd be ok with him eating snacks in this bed right now even though I despise when people eat snacks in my bed' and you almost call him, but you realize that's not how grown folks act and go to sleep instead.
Sometimes, you look at him and internally rage out all 'When was the last time this asshole worked out?? Is he just living on pizza? And his SKIN!! JUST PUT LOTION ON YOURSELF, HOW HARD IS THAT?!!' and then he's wandering around in his tux searching for his striped socks and you're all 'He's very handsome and I look very nice next to him in a sparkly dress.'
I also enjoy those days when I am essentially done with this person all together; yelling, flailing, resolute in my decision to walk away and throw a lit match behind me and then within the next hour I'm having sex with them and all is forgiven.
In those times when I actually know what just went on inside a bathroom because I heard the noises event though I was downstairs using a hair dryer and I have a nose, but then I'm still full-on attracted to a person and ready to do unspeakable things to their body, those are the times I know I'm capable of anything in love. A-ny-thing.
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