Comfortable

I look to him at the same time he looks to me, we both smile.
Butterflies
We wake up nestled in blankets, headphones still on from the night before, the hours on the call still ticking by.
Long Distance.
He shoots me a simple “hi” and my heart melts.
Easy.
He tells me I’m beautiful and that he loves me, after we fought for the fourth time that day.
I forgive him.
We have nothing to talk about, so we send each other random words to take up the empty space between us.
Boredom
I cry to my friends when he’s done something wrong, they all advise me to leave.
I stay.
They all tell me he’s bad for me. I tell them they are wrong, they don’t know him like I do.
Excuses.
He is treating you badly they say. No, I’m happy I reply.
Blinded.
You’re a bitch I’m leaving. He threatens for the second time this year.
Don’t go.
He tells me he loves me and that he will stay.
For how long?
He looks to me at the same time I look to him, we both smile.
But do I mean it anymore?
I wake up nestled up in my blankets, look to my phone.
Nothing.
Hours have passed and I’ve gotten no notifications.
Where are you?
He sends me a simple “hi”
I’m annoyed.
My friends tell me to leave him because he doesn’t make me happy anymore.
Does he not?
I question it countless times, but god I’m so..
Comfortable.