There’s him: Controlling, questioning, obsessive, thoughtless. Single-minded, fiery-tempered, opens-his-mouth-before-he-thinks. There’s him with his constant questions, and his constant reproachfulness. About proper behaviour and the difference between right and wrong. There’s him with his absolutes: black and white, no grey. There’s him, with his logic and his timelines, and his therefores.
There’s her: Blindly optimistic, careless, irresponsible and forgetful. Tactless and restless, loud-mouthed and rude. Violent and ill-tempered, grumpy and self-centred. There’s her, with her relatives: there is no black and white, only grey.There’s her with her lack of logic, lack of planning and simply relying on intuition and impulse.
There’s him: Considerate, caring, loving, selfless, gentle, kind, generous. There’s him with his kisses and his long eyelashes and his sweet words and his ever present sense of responsiblity, obligation and remorse. There’s him who gives her everything she even thinks about asking for. There’s him, that fights for her, regardless of whether she’s right or wrong. Him that always takes her side, against others.
There’s her: thoughtful, imaginative, caring, nuturing, patient and tender. There’s her, and she’s learning to put him before her self. She’s learning him. What makes him tick, how to read him. How to treat him. How to love him. How to let him in.
There’s him: He’s always known how to love. How to fight for what he wants. How to be persistent. How to hold onto love. How to hold onto her.
There’s her. There’s her and there’s him.
And together, there’s us.
No love story. Just love.