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.