“I’m sorry for what I said” I hear you mumble against my chest, your hair tickling my jaw and your hand lightly traces my tattoos. I press a kiss to your head before saying “Don’t you worry about that right now, love” I rub your back to soothe you, to make you stop overthinking us like I know you always do.

You and I have been in a relationship for about 6 months, but we’ve broken up and gotten back together at least 3 times. It’s the same cycle, we’re in a honeymoon phase where everything is good, one of us does something that ticks the other one off (no matter how insignificant it is), we argue, we break up, you cry, we have make-up sex, and just like that, we start it all over again. Neither of us can bring ourselves to let the other go. Because as messy and ugly as it can get sometimes, when we’re good we’re so good. It’s almost like a drug addiction. It’s not good for us but it feels so good.

One of the most common reasons we fight is because you constantly try to break up with me. Saying ridiculous things like i’ll get bored of you or that we don’t work because of our age difference. I call bullshit. I think you’re just scared- but so am I. I’d never been with a girl 12 years younger than me. But I don’t think about that now. Not at this moment. Not when you’re laying against me in my bed and all is well again.