Its getting lost
In a room with one door
And talking about become a hipster and getting into bike culture just to get a tattoo
From a deck of card you got for 3 dollars at the supermarket
Its Arguing over the color of cups
And being disappointed that the gold ones aren’t
Made in America
Its awkwardly singing pop songs
Obscure songs and made up songs because you forgot the words
And tell me how you don’t like that type of country
And justify that your lyrics are better
It how you race to the door
Just to hold it open for me
And try to explain how it isn’t
Sexist
That I can tell you want to hold my hand
While we sit in your car
As you narrate people walking by us in the parking lot
But never do because you are nervous
Its how when you explained to me
that your ex-girlfriend
Wrote I heart RNT on the interior roof of your car
With crayon and how its impossible to remove
I wished I wrote it
Because you are the most ridiculous, crass and forward
Person I have ever met
But couldn’t think of one way you could be anymore perfect
Its because when were drunk
And talking about how we both believe anarchy
Could totally be real
We both understood we were being idealistic
And that is what love is
In the long run
An idealistic
Ambiguous term
That has social rules to follow
I think king-sized beds are too big
That there aren’t enough hours between midnight and three in the morning
That SNL has never been funny
That Blue Ridge Vodka will always be in my mind
I believe love is in those moments of awkwardness
In the pause right before you reach for their hand
In inside jokes that only have become jokes because they make no sense
In the hours spent making the perfect mix cd for the fourth time
That is about nothing
And everything
In all the moments that they thought they were being weird or making things uncomfortable you find adorable and endearing
