You call yourself ‘self-sufficient’ but who is it you coax to get off a comfy bed at 11 PM to accompany you in grabbing discounted pre-packaged meals at the grocery? Who is it that indulges you when you choose true crime documentaries night after night? Who is it that doesn’t question when you decide to deep clean the apartment just because you saw a roach?

You groan as I say all this and you cry out, ‘It was one time!’ And I laugh because, no, it’s never really one time.

When you’ve shared so much of yourself with another person, you’re completely tethered and in each other’s grace and mercy, and you never stop to think that they’re not going to be there when you want them to be. Because they always are. For you, I always am. For you, I’d drop everything.