Good Complications

I don’t know if the uncertainty was just too much, but we both caved, and in between small breaths, tucked inside the warmth of my passenger side, you sighed and rolled your eyes.

This conversation carries on and on and on. Still, no one knows what’s happening, but I like the way your hips sway as you climb back up the stairs to your place.

Six months is a long time, right?
Life is weird.
I love it.