i think we can make this work.
i think we can too.
but you have to promise me something.
promise me youll never leave the hand soap empty. promise me that when you see the faucet accidently leaking on the counter, youll take a towel and mop it up instead of just shrugging and walking away. promise me you wont leave your jeans rumpled in the hall because they didnt make it all the way into the room.
i cant lie, i cant promise that. but i will promise to never leave your hands empty. i will promise that when your bad day has leaked all over your cheeks, ill take my lips and wipe it away. and i promise that ill never leave your feelings rumpled outside a locked bedroom door.
i can compromise with that.
and can you promise me something?
ill certainly try.
promise me you wont drag me into some chick flick where the guy cries more than the girl. promise me you wont spend half of my paycheck on a pair of shoes you already have in a different color. and promise you wont delete my recording of dirty harry so you can record americas next top gossip designer or whatever it is youre watching this week.
no deal. but i will promise i will drag you laughing into bed when were soaked to the bone with rain and our teeth are clicking and our hands are the only things warm on our bodies. i will promise that ill spend half my thoughts on you and the other half on us. and i will promise that ill delete my petty emotional baggage instead of shoving it in your arms and expecting you to haul it through my stress.
one more thing.
promise to love me in the morning when my breath smells like last night and bad decisions. promise to love me in the afternoon when my energy flatlined and im snapping at you because it keeps me from falling into a coma. promise to love me at night when im impatient and shaking through dinner with our friends because i cant taste the tuna when im thinking about tasting your collarbone.
thats easy. i promise to love you when youre gross, irritating and embarrassing.
and i promise i wont be like that often.