We sat in your living room for four hours and did nothing.
We ate Chipotle and laughed.
We watched "How it's Made" and in between the makings of a Pontoon boat and a grandfather clock I re-realized how important you are to me.
With your head on my hip bone and our legs intertwined, I can't help but think this is how it should have been all along.

But it wasn't and it's not.
Because yesterday was an illusion,
And I don't actually believe you love me.