I sure as hell don’t want to be “that couple.” It’s a fairytale dream, cotton candy kisses and cyber love, but it’s certainly not my cup of tea.
I don’t want to be reassured cornered by your infatuation by me with your persistent liking and commenting of my every single thought on Facebook. Yes, you consider me beautiful, but must you repetitively, like a broken fucking record, say it on every God damned photo? Do you really think I want to hear “You’re so gorgeous, babe”? Don’t get me started on those asinine updates of yours, clearly meant for me, but you’re so ambiguous on the matter. “Missing her so much” and a winking smiley? Wow, you’ve definitely won me over, “babe.” And how long has it been, sweetheart? Oh my. Two whole days? You’ve clearly been dying without me, huh? Your world revolves around me, I’m just spinning on my axis, waiting for you to shine down on me like the sun. Because that’s what love is, right?
No. I don’t want to be “that couple.” In fact, I want to be the boy and the girl who love each other, but are able to simply drown in silence. Who don’t need to “win” each other over with persistent compliments and an unhealthy obsession to remain glued to one another. We aren’t Sid and Nancy, love. We’re two stars in a big ole’ universe, who glimmer luminously beside each other, but sometimes… we shoot off in different directions, grazing the nighttime skies of outer space, far, far apart. But we find each other in the end. We don’t need to say anything. All we have to do is listen to the sound of our heart beats, and we’re good. We’re good. And we are. So that’s all the matters. Just please… never become “that boy.”
