Here We Aren’t, So Quickly Emulation

     I always cook for you nights on end in hopes of a hug and a kiss in return. I’m not the same when I’m around you. I take my work seriously, relying on you to help. I go nuts when you cancel our plans for your friends. I walk fast to get to the chosen destination. I always loved to read. I will always love you endlessly.  
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You always chew on plastic. You are mute when I try to communicate to you about my day at school. My dogs adore you. You walk like a snail. 
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   That night you cried over the simple idea of me being mentally distraught, it is like the world has stopped completely in its tracks. You are so thoughtful when you want to be. You are my ray of sunshine one day and my voodoo doll the next. 

   You are never mad. I lie on the floor internally screaming over the abundance of work on my plate. You are lost without a basketball. I always dream of growing up and moving into my own home and having a family. You hate when my blood boils. I can’t sleep without a fan on. You are my first thought upon every awakening. My mind never stops wandering. You never make a wrong decision. 

    We fight so often. We are always going out to eat at our favorite restaurants and topping it off with pints of ice cream. We are a perfect match. We can almost never come to an agreement. We are matching puzzle pieces. 

I am quick to disagree. I smile when I see the amount of my weekly paychecks, but I always think “was working that much really worth it." I am aware that I have a purpose, however that purpose is unknown. I am easily distracted. I adore your mom’s caring personality. I workout often, in hopes of bettering my goals. I always question why my life has so many ups and downs. I can never decide.
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    You take the longest showers. You know what you want and you don’t stop trying till you get it. You are a role model. You always eat your whole plate and mine. You always get on my nerves. You constantly bring me flowers.

   I thrive in summertime. You never eat dessert. I scream when I hear noises in my empty house. You sing without a voice. I cry daily. You love to gamble, but every time you come home with a negative balance. I act like a mother figure, keeping you alive. You never tell me anything. I still get butterflies when I spot you in a crowd. 

   We sit in silence on the phone. We can’t get enough of each other.  “Let’s go on a vacation” we always say. We share a love for dogs. We people watch on days filled with nothing to do. We are always missing each other.

​     The past three years have erased the memory of what life was like before you.

By Alyvia Page