As if being forced to move in with someone wasn't enough, I was with the most obnoxious person on earth.

She was a small ball of fury, she talked to much, and was an absolute mess.

She stayed up til ungodly hours watching the same show over and making stuff out of spare parts.

(She broke my radio once for a damn screw)

She never stopped talking to me, she knew I loathed her, but she never gave up.

I'm glad she didn't though.

I came back home one day, after a particularly rough fight with my girlfriend, a brusied cheek, and infinite tears.

She invited me to sit on her bed and watch tv with her. She was acting uncharacteristically calm, so I took the offer.

At first I thought it was just a phase, I though her being the best, and me being absolutely smitten would end. I though for sure we would fall apart.

Then we got a dog, and I never got tired of hearing her call me her girlfriend, and I knew I wasn't going anywhere.

                                   ~

I stay up with her now, usually making weird robots or watching tv.

When we stay up til crack of dawn, which happens a lot, we go up the roof and watch the sunrise.

Her head on my shoulders, glasses lopsided, and our dog on my lap, I begin to think how I could have ever hated her.

Or how I ever thought of leaving.

She's small and insufferable, and she drives me wild.

But not even the golden skies can compete with the way she shines.