Maybe Elvis and Sinatra Had a Point.

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We talk almost every day. We joke and we fight and we exchange sarcasm and wit. He's a Republican, I'm a liberal-but at least it gives us something to talk about. I wake up to his texts and he goes to bed with mine. His favorite show is The Price is Right and mine is Will and Grace. I hate his favorite show and he hates mine. My taste in music is classic. His is, well it leaves something to be desired. We're so alike and he pursues me. He pursues Me.  I don't have to question. I don't have to wonder. I don't have to hope. I just know. He wanted me first. I just have the option of saying yes.

It's nice. Yeah, it's so nice to have that, for once to just have it in the bag. No challenge. I hate a challenge. Our challenge is that he is as stubborn as me and he is always the first to say sorry so even that's not a challenge, which is great because I hate challenges. Passion. Sentiment. Fighting for something you care for. I couldn't care for any of that. Passion grows day to day. Sentiment, well who needs that? And fighting for something you care for? Why fight if you can just have it for free? Aren't the best things free, or well cheap. Well I've got a cheap love now. It costs me little to nothing. What a bargain for a girl so used to classics. I really like the change. I do.

I don't have to worry about our friendship because we weren't friends before we started talking. I don't have to worry about other girls because I have nothing invested in our relationship right now. I don't have to worry about his feelings because I'm detached enough that I can just walk away, whenever I want.

I have all this and it's great. Forget charm when you have reliability. Forget having a best friend to hold your heart when you can have a boyfriend to hold your hand. Forget love songs and feeling sometimes like you could just sink into a melody with the strength and frenzy of what you're feeling. All of that's extra and a lot of people call extra fat. Fat has to be trimmed.

That's right. All that has to go and I know it. But all the same, when it comes to chick flicks, and sappy songs, and late night talks, you're the one I think about. Always, whether I'm realizing it or not.