falling off it seems...

it's never like the song goes, it's never like the novel's write it, and it's definately never how i envisioned it. You like me better when I'm fat, you enjoy round two more than sleeping, and it's never in his arm instead it's always in her arms.

it is a twisted around, mashed up, tangled mess. It's the single most comfortable and simple thing i've ever been a part of. The questions are all answered, the actions are all set, and the feelings quite delicately reserved. Not reserved but nonexistant, no resent just hell bent on having second best.