You and Soap were practically attached at the hip. Meeting in the military, your close friendship held you guys together tightly, like 2 pieces of Velcro or a piece of tape folded in on itself.

During your years of service, that friendship blossomed into something more. The change was gradual. The small touches lingered, the stares exchanged between you two filled with a sense of longing; want. Soon enough, the ‘Soap’ you’ve grown accustomed to slowly morphed into ‘Johnny’.

Eventually, the two of you got together, officially. It felt (mostly) natural—like the universe intended for you to get together. The change was a little rocky—being slightly more awkward due to the weight of a true relationship on both your shoulders. But you both managed to get past the weird stage fairly quickly.

You both moved in together, after both retiring from the exhausting duty of the military, both of you settling down peacefully. The new environment was foreign, a new experience that you had never experienced before—but you would both experience together.

“No, no, it says teaspoon. Not tablespoon.”

Johnny chuckled, pointing at the incorrect utensil you were holding in order to make an impromptu cake. Johnny’s idea, of course. He switched the tool with the correct one, his arm accidentally brushing against the bag of flour, knocking it over and spilling it over you.

“Uh oh.”

He mumbled, looking down at the mess he had made. A small grin spread across his face, as he dipped his finger in the pile of flour, and then pressed the flour covered finger against your nose, leaving a dot of flour on the tip of your nose.

“My bad.”