Cliche's are made to be broken.

     Robert and I sit on his front steps and share a cigarette. This is when he tells me relationships are bullshit nowadays.
"There's just too much fucking thought put in them." He tells me.
"What do you mean?" I say
Robert takes another drag off of his cigarette and hands in back to me.
"I don't know." He says. "Just feels like too much thinking is behind them." Says "Two people should just love each and be around each other and be happy for the time they have around each other."
I take a deep inhale from the cigarette we share, and I think about Ms. River.
I tell Robert I don't think relationships are bullshit.
I sit on the cool summer steps of night, and think of the little things that made River and I. That made our relationship.

Where we are right now is on I-15. Stuck in traffic. Stuck beside idling cars and the stale, bright lights of the Las Vegas strip.
How I feel right now is content.
Where we are right now is stuck in traffic on I-15, and I've never been more content, more satisfied with my surroundings in my entire life.
The fingers of my left hand, curl around the fingers of River's right hand and we sit and smile.
Ms. River picks up her cell phone, and tries one more time to call her friend Elena.
"Her fucking phone's dead." She says.
Her friend Elena is someone we were supposed to pick up 20 minutes ago, which we would of made in plenty of time. If we weren't here, stuck in traffic.
"Fuck it." I say. "Nothing we can do."
I remove my left hand from her hand and run it through the side of her hair. I move in and place my lips against her lips and I tell her I love her.
"I love you too." She says.
I rub my thumb against the side of her cheek, take a moment and become lost in her eyes.
"What do you see right now?" I ask.
Ms. River takes a moment to look forward, towards the stale traffic and stale lights.
"Vibrant essence." She says. 
She wants to know what I see.
I tell her it's not what I see, it's what I hear. I look outside the passenger window and tell her I hear life. I  hear a vibrant city full of life and energy.
Stuck in traffic, I rub my hand through the side of her hair again, and press my lips against hers. A car behind us honks.
River and I both laugh and we move forward, five, maybe ten feet again.
Taking a moment to notice the atmosphere around us, I only realize now the five, maybe ten feet we've moved in the past 40 minutes.
The thing about Ms. River and I, the thing I've come to realize, we can do absolutely nothing, and feel something at the same time.
Forty minutes feels like five minutes. One day with her feels like one hour.
My fingertips rub against the top of her left hand and I think statistically, what a lifetime would feel like feel like, with River and her eyes.
One week?
One month?
One year?
I laugh to myself thinking the only down side would be the way time goes by, I'd be 80,  maybe 90 years old faster than I'd like. I could only hope she'd never have to change my shitty diapers.
I tell Ms. River I love her again.
She tells me she loves me too. She tells me she loves me too but doesn't want to turn it into a cliche.
"Never." I say.
For the past hour, Ms. River and I have been stuck in traffic and I've never been more content. More satisfied with my surroundings.
We've come up on the Sahara exit and Ms. River tilts her car to the right, moving over towards the exit.
Before we turn left onto Sahara, I close my eyes and take a snap shot of the moment we've just shared.
It's never a cliche when you really love someone.
"I love you." I say
"I love you too."
Never.