Fuck olive theory, fuck big spoon little spoon. Fuck all of the little rules that determine who loves the other like a 'giver' or like a 'taker'.
I want to talk about how over just the month that I've lived with my boyfriend, we've both given our own 'favourite pieces' to each other, time and time again.
We baked brownies and I always took the center parts because I like the edges and I want him to have the best part. Turns out he had been taking the edges because he thought I liked the centers. How silly we are.
He'd been offering to sleep in the dip of the mattress even though it hurt his back and shoulder because he didn't want to make me uncomfortable. I prefer the dip because it means I don't push him off the edge of the bed every night as I try and get impossibly closer to him..
We both feel like we're giving the other the 'short end of the stick' when it comes to chores, because I prefer the prep when cooking and he likes the seasoning. I prefer washing up but he prefers putting the dishes away. I don't mind the charlie work and he doesn't mind vacuuming.
But that's just how it's supposed to work, we pick up each others slack and we work better together than we do apart. We both get satisfaction from our chores and are glad that 'I don't have to do the worse one'. It's so silly that we feel guilty about this.
I want to talk about that kind of love. Where just like we fit together perfectly. No matter the situation. I like citrus and he likes berries so we split candies and drinks straight down the middle. I keep him warm in the winter and he keeps me cool in the summer.
