Twenty one

We have made love out of nothing at all.

I hate the fact that twenty one years has gone by and some how that ads substance to our soup.

I hate that we have three children two dogs and a tortoise as if that bonds us.

I hate that we have shared the same office space for the last twenty two years.

I hate that we lost our first two pregnancies.

I hate that you know what I like to eat.

I hate that you accept how crazy I am.

I hate that you know what cologne I like to wear.

I hate that you have been an over achiever and organized the greatest Gatsby party ever.

I hate that you have seen my struggle from a boy to a man.

I hate these things. Because I wouldn't want you to think that any of them are the reason.

I meet you for the first time every day. 

I fall in love with you everyday.