Overkills

She asked me a question tonight, kinda caught me off guard. "Why?" she asked curiously. "Why do you stick around? What keeps you going?" I knew what she meant. Instantly. I knew she was talking about him. Wondering what makes it all worthwhile. But how do I answer those questions? How do I tell her what it's all about. How do I tell her that it's the small things? It's staying up late, playing iPhone-games with him. It's listening to his lectures that everyone else hates. It's getting way too drunk with him and getting annoyed when he's over-protective. It's kissing in the middle of the street in the middle of the night. It's talking to him on the phone til' 6 a.m when none of us can sleep. It's watching him shine when he's talking about trains and cats. It's our english conversations. It's him asking me of all people if I wanna go to London with him. It's the way I get annoyed with him for apologizing for things he has no control over. It's the way he just chose the "Jorden Runt"-category on Quizkampen because he knows I suck at geography. It's how I always say I hate him, and how we both know it's a lie. It's me relating to stupid Taylor Swift-songs and singing my heart out. It's all the tee we're always drinking. It's spending hours talking about how much we hate everyone. It's the way he's always overthinking things, and the way I'm always overkilling things. It's the way he doesn't know What any of these things Meehan too me. 

"Why?" She asked curiously. "Why do you stick around? What keeps you going?" All these thoughts were running through my head in a split second. "Everything", I replied softly. Everything. Yeah. That'll do.