My favorite fight ( an ode to Matt)

Matt and I have what you could call a tempestuous relationship.

I love him more than anything.
He makes me laugh.
He evokes my creativity.
He encourages me.
He gets me completely.
We are soul mates.
He is the most beautiful man I have ever met.
He is infinitley creative and talented.
He is nurturing and caring and warm.
I love him.
Our souls are two puzzle pieces that are perfectly linked together.

That being said, Matt and I also fight. Deep. Piercing. Painful. Horrible. Fights.

He knows exactly what to say to shatter me to pieces.
This may be because we are the same person.

My favorite fight ( of all of our gruesome, numerous fights) is when I was lamenting to Matt that I didn't know what I was going to do with my couch when I moved.
He launched into his theory that the only furniture I would ever need in life is a bed and a piano.
I dont play piano, Matt does.
I said " Ok so when I have people over, where do they sit?"
he says " why do you need to have people over? who would you even have over!?"
I said " I dont know, but lets say that people come over, they cant all sit on my bed. i dont like when people sit on my bed, because god knows where else they have been sitting and what infectious diseases are clinging to their pants."
he says "you dont need to have people over. you shouldnt have more than one friend anyways."
I say " why do i even need a piano? I don't play piano!"
Matt says " STOP ARGUING WITH ME. And its about time you learned to play piano."

And so on, and so on. and then I realize what we are bickering about and how I just wasted 15 minutes of my life on the most pointless subject in the history of subjects.
And now, I'm blergging about it.