with him not much later after that.
The whole relationship was beginning to scare me, it was going so great. Something like
that had never happened to me before, in
my previous relationships the cracks were always there after a while. The arguments, petty fights, the “Oh you hate that movie? But
that is my favorite.” would always follow soon.
It wasn’t like that with Carlos, sure he didn’t
like olives while I loved them, but he would just
give them to me while he got my sundried tomatoes. He didn’t like my movie choices, but I
didn’t like his so we liked to torture each other
with the movies we knew the other would
hate and see how long they could watch it
without breaking. To me it just seemed like we
had it all, and I was just waiting for that moment to happen were it would all go to hell