He loves her like he loves Mondays.
He hates mondays.
She is always nagging and whining about everything and it takes all his self control to not throttle her.
Sometimes he'd just silently leave the room, not like she noticed he was gone, since she was basically talking to herself anyway, and retreat to the safe confines of his bedroom. It was the only place in the house that his roommate never ventured to, claiming it was "a breeding ground for disease!".
She was so melodramatic.
His room, whilst admittedly a pig sty, wasn't that unhygienic but after realising his roommates germaphobic tendencies, he'd made sure to make it as messy as possible. The smell of rotting food and dirty laundry was a small price to pay for the silence and peace of mind that came when she wasn't around.
He doesn't know why he hasn't kicked her out yet:
Her shrill voice had deafened many ears (including his own unfortunately. )
Her overbearing personality had led to many nights where she'd sobbed onto his favourite t shirt and ruined his mood over her latest ex.
Her general obliviousness towards his distaste of her was so astounding that he'd once called her a bitch to her face and she'd waved it off as playful banter.
God, she was the bane of his existence!
But he kept her around because he loved her like he loved Mondays;
Sure, he hated the fact that they were the start of his week at his boring dead end job, the fact that Mondays connotated misery and annoyance and that Mondays were just generally easy to hate...
But Mondays were just a day, and his dead end job was paying off the bills with ease, his walk home from work always led back to a delicious meal and whilst his roommate, like Mondays, was easy to hate; she had her moments.
She cooked like an angel and smiled like one too. Her laugh was like a bubblegum song that he secretly liked and her naivety made her seem like a girl that was just as lost as he was in life. She helped him carry on and reminded him that there's always a tomorrow and whilst he felt his world would be more peaceful without her, it wouldn't be quite as damn exciting.
He loves her like he loves Monday:
Entirely or not at all.
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