It Is Not "Romantic Love"

Because I have not yet escaped the adolescent phase of loathing the concept of romance, but am slowly entering a state of dependence:

The lack of a relationship somehow makes us feel more secure, if that makes sense. Do we want each other? Maybe that is not the case. Maybe, to each other, we are a convenient presence, only a phone call away in case the other needs company.

We think the same way (despite the vast difference between our personalities) and we know each other better than anyone because we have our own brand of empathy. If soul mates did exist, and I hate believing that, you would be mine.

We are a pair of no-one-knows-what-exactly:

Waiting for one to finish a meal even though it annoys the fuck out of the other (and the other hides it anyway),

One having monologues, no matter how stupid and unnecessary, but the other still listening to them,

Keeping each other interested in the universe,

Hating the same things and laughing because you both know you are horrible people,

Accepting each other despite that,

Laughing at overheard conversations,

Laughing at practically anything,

Forgetting the burden of living for a while -
(Ultimately, growing scared at the thought of not having the same relationship with anyone else in the future.)

And when the whistle of society blows again, we take different routes to continue surviving until we are seventy-five. We forget because if we remembered, we would be dependent. We would hate that, so we move on

(but once in a while, take pleasure in coming back, and one is always welcome to the other.)