I am the best person to talk to when you're stoned.

I like opposites. 
Mostly the kind we are. 
The complimentary kind, 
or maybe the perfectly contradictory kind. 
Split brains and tugs on bracelets in other states, in dirty cafes, in sticky bars that make me claustrophobic.  
I like how you appreciate songs about oak trees and everything that would scare anyone else away from me. 
I like that you never condone my bad habits or redundant mistakes. 
I like that we've conquered time zones. 
I will remember everything. 
And you will remind me time and time again. 
We should say "I love you" more. 
But not this time. 
It's ok, this time.