Brats

We seem to be a couple of brats, undeniably spoiled, but compromising.

Our mishap earlier seems to prove this statement most.

I wanted to go home and play. I hadn't played the whole weekend and I thought that I could at least play Monday. You wanted me to stay, you wanted to spend more time together, for as long as I can stay.

Fast forward, you wanted me to go home, wanted me to leave, and I wanted to stay, for as long as you needed me to.

If this isn't love, I'm not sure what is.

And it's great that it goes both ways.

Heads or Tails

A post for a mini chocolate bar. That was the trade.

I always felt that life was always on the unfair side of the coin, if there was ever one. It just never seemed to be on my side. But that was always dependent on what I believed life owed me. I guess that was always the trick.

I guess what I should have understood sooner was that everyone was playing heads or tails, with the same coin. I might've chosen heads, and another person tails, and someone would've lost, but you'd never know who actually did. We all have our expectations in life, our bets, and they either work out, or they don't.

I found someone I wanted to bet with. Someone I would choose heads with, or tails with, and live with the consequences. Someone to stand beside, firm and strong, and play this coin toss game. I don't want to beat the odds, I want to win with her. And if we lost, we just played again. That's the beauty of life I guess. There's an unlimited number coin tosses for as long as Death doesn't come knocking.

And when she does, the same coin still tosses, but you don't need to play anymore.