I don't love

I don’t love the bench in the middle of the sidewalk,
I love getting there 5 minutes after we’re supposed to meet because you’re already there, waiting for me.

I don’t love looking into that amazing floor level apartment in Manhattan,
I love the idea of sharing one with you some day.

I don’t love the woman sitting next to us, who ordered way too much food for one person,
I love that you know exactly what I’m thinking when her entrée arrives.

I don’t love the sound your key makes when you’re opening the door,
I love to fake I’m sleeping on the couch the moment you walk in and you saying “shh, shhh, come in, come in”.

I don’t love your side of the bed.
I love pretending I want it and you pretending you’re angry about me wanting it.

I don’t love the soap in the shower,
I love that you’ll be the one using it after me.

And I don’t love the sound of my alarm clock in the morning,
But I love that you’re that warm body, still asleep, by my side.