I sit on my ratty old couch, flip on the TV to ESPN, and start to eat. Sports and real food. Two of my favorite things. One more thing would make it absolutely perfect, but I remind myself that relationships have only ever complicated my life. This burger? Totally uncomplicated. Doesn’t want to change me. Needs nothing from me. Is never passive-aggressive. Doesn’t talk in code. It’s just here for me, no matter what. It’s just meat, cheese, and bread. The perfect relationship.
