Why?

Why are we together?
It's sad...I just left you an hour ago
the first time I've seen you in more than a week.
And my thoughts weren't
how glad I was to have been with you,
even though we went out for a good meal
and got caught up and I finally got to say
Happy Birthday instead all that came to mind
was why where we together?

Yes, I like you and like hearing about your family.
But you are rarely interested in MY family
and you make it more than clear you hear too much
about my child.

I like that you are passionate about sports
and I don't mind spending time with you
watching sports...
But do you know what I am passionate about
and are willing to spend time doing things I love?

I like your apartment and have even gotten
hooked on the reality shows you watch so often.
But I like a different reality, the one going on
outside your door I want to walk and talk
about the real world, watch real people,
and experience life.

I like to drink and act silly and laugh
but I don't do it often and I don't
drink to get drunk...
I like to be silly and laugh in movies,
on game nights, and in bed but without
the alcohol.

And speaking of bed...I love what you
do to me...but I'd like to "do" for you too.
I'd like to snuggle, and pet, and spend
hours exploring your wonderland.
I'm not a fan of "getting it out of the way"
and feeling like I forced you away from
your judge shows just to make me happy.

Why are we together?
Is being alone really so scary?