We moved into that 2nd story apartment, the one...

We moved into that 2nd story apartment, the one with the heater under the window that looked out into the parking lot. That tiny one bedroom with the gas stove, and the creaky kitchen floor, the cracked linoleum, and the bathroom sink that wouldn’t stop dripping.

All the shit that we couldn’t fit into that apartment we stuck into the garage of a friend of a friend of ours. We didn’t have much. My books lined the walls and we sat on the floor most of the time.

Things We Brought With Us That We Shouldn’t Have

· Two futons

· A dismantled drumset

· That awesome collection of empty liquor bottles

· My coke habit

· A bicycle that she never rode

Things I Constantly Bitched About But Shouldn’t Have

· Her coke habit

· You tell me first

· She never ate breakfast

· That fucking bear

Actually, the bear was the only sane thing in our relationship, and I know that sounds crazy. It was the only innocent thing in our relationship, and the only thing that was acquired in our relationship with any sort of honesty. I worked this shitty bookstore job for a few weeks and with my first paycheck I got her that bear after we’d been dating for a month.

Sometimes the things that we complain about in the relationship are the things that we miss the most after that person is gone.

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