A thought close to home

I never got to write this post, but I always had it in mind.

In a place by ourselves, I feel like we live together. It's a silly thought, but it all feels real. Our only friends are ourselves. We feed each other with the little food that we can afford. We sleep in one small bed that just fits the two of us. You stand to look at yourself in the mirror and I stand beside you. We have pets to look after. You look old anyways, and I can act and dress as mature as I want. It's funny to think that we've housed ourselves in the houses of our parents. Once again we've proven to be the funny looking romance. I dig it.