Compromise

Is what it's all about, people. Like, when you found that last time you wanted the Pralines & Cream and so did he, and neither of you wanted the Strawberry Cheesecake as bad as you did the Praline; the next time, you get two tubs, not for sharing, but for solo gorging. With swopping of spoonfuls to know the taste of the other flavor, this works extremely well. I am queen of Haagen Das sharing.

I've found myself compromising on a lot of things. They're not always as a result of a conversation or disgareement about things, but simply from picking things up through living with the other person. Tolerance of the other party goes hand in hand with this; you compromise with the idea that the other person is doing so too.

So when you feel tired and your boyf does not, you find a safe way home and leave the fun stuff to him. And when he kisses you with THAT garlic taste, from the cheap-ass kebaby's down the road... you compromise and smooch him back.

And when you breathe all your throat-cold germs all over him, he compromises and says he doesn't care.