To drink bitter coffee with it from small cups, you can even eat oatmeal cookies or candy in shiny foil, and then sometimes crumbs remain on your lips.
To sit on the parapet with dangling legs in funny sneakers and talk about something important: for example, about a gasoline rainbow in puddles.
It’s a pity to talk about the rain outside and soon autumn in general, and the apples disappear at the dacha.
So that she smiles at you: not because it’s funny, but because she wants to smile at you and it’s warm.
To sometimes be covered with a blanket: no, you yourself, of course, can, but this is completely different and uninteresting!
To worry about you if you went without an umbrella, because the clouds. And to worry in response: why didn't you put on a warm sweater, and you knitted it yourself.
To laugh as he puffs as he tries to tie that damn tie for the third time.
To argue for a long, long time, who will take out the garbage and not take it out at all, because, in principle, it does not bother you, and you argued because you agree on everything else.
So that if you suddenly spoil the soup, have fun pouring it down the toilet and go to a restaurant, and then still walk until it gets dark, counting the windows in which the light is shining.
To look at him with tenderness when he does something about the house and tries very hard for you.
So that he suddenly forgot to buy milk, and you are not even upset at all and why do you need it, this is milk.
To be sad when you haven't seen each other for a long time, and then to see each other and everything is fine at once, even the passers-by are kind of beautiful.
A person needs a person, of course. Otherwise, why is this all?