We walked out the door to the brisk, blueness of wintered sidewalk, carrying on our morning routine. When we got to the bakery, I walked in first while he lagged behind, smoking outside. Normally he fetches our coffee in the morning; he's able to jump out of the warmth faster than I can on most days, but for some reason today the trend was different. If He's there, they know our order, (a Large and Medium, please!) but because I'm usually two steps behind, how could they translate I was the Large Coffee drinker. While I was cream-and-sugaring the coffees, He walked in, offering a hand as he passed me a lid for my cup. We've been working well together, lately, a friend told us. We hadn't thought about it, but I guess thats the beauty of Content. You only have time for retrospect when you're feeling shafted. They're right though, we hadn't noticed that we stopped treading water and were now surfing steadily along side eachother. Choosing the right battles, embracing everyday. We were about to leave when the Barista behind the counter asked Him if he would like anything else.
"No thank you," he replied, "We're good with just the coffees."
"How about a broken sugar cookie?"
"Sure!"
That night we got home after work and sprawled ourselves along the cushions, emptying the stuff that we accumulated in our bags that day.
"Here's that broken cookie," He said, as he lifted a crumpled white paper bag out of his backpack. He laid it on the ottoman, and I picked it up, carefully removing it from its wrapping, inspecting it.
"This sure doesn't look broken,"
"Hey, yeah, its not." He replied.
"Maybe she gave it to you because she has a crush on you!"
"Or, maybe she gave it to me to give to you!"
"Awwwwwwww!"
Deciding we should share the cookie, i broke it down the middle and handed the big half to Him (just to be nice).
"Nah, I'm good," He said halfheartedly as He motioned for me to eat it.
"Don't mind if i do." We resumed our places on the cushions while i picked at the heart shaped cookie, flipping through channels mindlessly until we retired for the night. We fell asleep that evening sprawled in our respective positions, barely touching eachother but definitely touching eachother, like every night. And then, drifting in and out of consciousness on the brink of tomorrow, He whispered to me matter-of-factly, "Hey, it was Valentines day."
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