Caterpillar Moves

Last night I had this dream about you. Well it wasn't really about you, but rather about us.  Somebody had seen us together, doing something mundane like walking home after class or locking our bikes up with the same combination lock, and they decided that we should be in love.  We weren't, of course, in love at the time, but that sort of thing doesn't matter in stories like this.  And so the days passed and morphed into weeks without even being acknowledged, and we sat with mugs of lukewarm tea (I hate tea, you like it; oh the sacrifices we make) in your living room staring out the window at the sky as it drained itself into puddles and gutters and other things that like to hold rainwater.  You promised me that things would never change, we could continue to live like this till we're old, but autumn's over and you can't seem to welcome winter with me.  Maybe what the woman in the beginning said was wrong, and just because our bikes live in the same garage and our hearts take up the same space doesn't mean we need to be in love.  Maybe she was wrong because I might be in love with you but that simple notion still can't make you fall in love with me.  So when weeks had turned into months and we'd become distant, backs to one another no longer enjoying the silence, no more cups of tea (that I still hate but drink now because it reminds me of you) by your big bay window.  No more twisted together in blankets to keep the cold from reaching us because the fireplace was always too expensive to run, and I'd always ask why you had a gas fireplace and not a real wood burning fireplace and you'd always respond with the same answer, "it doesn't matter what type of fireplace I have, you'll always find something to complain about, because even if I had a wood burning stove, you would just bitch about having to get wood."  No the woman in the beginning was definitely mistaken, we are not in love.  As much as I try to love you and as much as I try to make you love me, we'll never be in love.  I'll drink coffee from now on, because I've always liked it, and I've always hated tea.  Then I woke up, next to you.

Soundtrack:
Bon Iver - Skinny Love
Mumford & Sons - After the Storm