I want to cook in the kitchen with you.
I prep the spices, you rinse the veggies.
I dice the garlic, you laugh at how I chop.
I google a baking soda substitute, you stir the soup.
It really is easier with two.
I want to enjoy a meal with you.
I pour your wine, you wish me cheers.
I put more salt, you tell me there's enough already.
I make bad jokes, you somehow still laugh.
It tastes more bitter alone.
I want to clean up with you.
I take the trash, you clear the table.
I wash the dishes, you dry and put them away.
I wipe the counters, you finish your wine.
What will I do with all these leftovers?